Skirting Ideology

Sometimes my own existence
stupifies me
so immensely
that the sheer ideology
that plagues me
provides a kinetic fascination
with life. And <font color="red">death<font color="navy">.
When the winds blow across my
tethered life-strings
i feel the pulling within –
the tug on the omnipresent truths
that are evident. But to who?
To me?
To you?
To those above us?
Exacting words;
breaking literary fusion.
Send me scouring
obvious illusions
while skirting the rim of truth.

Unchecked dependencies
make way for your breach
under my skin
to fluorish in your own mind;
in mine.

©2003 Joe Jenkins