out through the other door

the preconceived perceptions
slough off in sheets of ever-anxious waves
from this animated golem

the hard edge of belief wavers
and fixations begin to crumble
the eye is focusing within
....examining

what did i think?
why did i believe?
who are you anyway?
where is my faithful absurdity?

i have found that if you stand still too long
at those crossroads 'tween lief and breath
you forget your underpinning

what was once beheld as reassuring bulwarks
of fervor and remorse
will have flown with the moment
out the mind's door

you forget why you paused
questioned
feared

and so where to from here?
to be honest, i miss the profundity
my life has become dull of late
agenda....i need an agenda!