The robotic redundancy of reality and sheer unfriendliness
of society has clouded my creativity far too long.
Us misfits and misplaced mutants of civilization seek solace
in the shadows of art. Alone in my laughter, yet fueled by the mystic vapors of fantasy
and fact. No reason to live, no desire to die. The tides of life harbor
intricate dreams and flow among the hidden entities of immortality.
On the edge of doom, or on the brink of a wondrous journey
into the heart of laughter itself?
Too often, my whirlwind of emotions ranges from rage
to sheer serenity, making it difficult to decipher wisdom and folly. A single
heart and mind laughed at by time, just another twig in the forest, a raindrop
in the ocean or a feather in the wind.
After my funeral pyre, please pour my ashes into the
moving waters of an ocean, then remember all the reasons to laugh.
Mark Izzy Schurr
