Riding over Stagnation

Tonight
The moon's light
with all its might
on the crests
of the waves
of the river, it rides
and tries
coming nearer
to my side
of the shore.

But all despite
its majesty and might
can't help its plight
that its sole ride
is but a river.
The river with
its apparent motion
its apparent flow
can't carry the moonlight ashore.

Stagnation has it gripped
As it grips me
My thoughts
My ideas
My actions
Yet I ride them
Surf them, and enjoy the thrill
With the thought in mind
That the only end in sight
Is to sink in this river this night
And what joy it shall be
When me and my stagnation shall be free

The Experience

The wind blows occasionally
Shakes the ground to still
Movement is felt subjectively
as no movement
As I walk standing on
this earth, a treadmill.
I tried, I really tried
To touch you
To show you
That I too exist
That I too feel
That I too love
That I too hear
the rubbing of a gear
against a bicycle chain
But an apparition I remain
Can be seen from far
Identified as a one,
But approached from near
I am as invisible
As a horse's fin

But then it is true
I remember now
I had died
I had died living
I had died living in a dream
And this is still that.
That dream never ended
I never woke
And though I felt
I sloughed my skin
And got rid of miseries
And survival and pain
I knew I fooled myself
And I fool myself
Even still

For however hard I've tried
I know myself still not
And as simple as you thought
By defining what I am not
I have become that.