NEBULOUS #poetry by jay

The nebulous atmosphere sifts through
a black hole/ dissipates

escapes without a glance/ nod/ or
an adjustment to the cause 
of humanity

no one cares about it/ no one notices it 
no change in pressure exists/ upon the lighting of day
nor the pending dark/ of night.

I thumb through pages of past mentions
and accolades/ unencumbered by the chatter
and wince at the sight of myself in the mirror—

what has become of me?
what has become of me?

meaning—what has become of me
in the sense that I look
unsteady/ unsure

not in the sense of dishevelment
that’s a given I care less for—
in fact/ proud of 

it’s less relevant than the scattered 
thoughts and projects littering this floor
collecting dust/ it’s nebulous.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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