by Jean Jones
The closer one gets to the center of the vortex,
past the calm, one sees the madness of it all,
the people screaming for their lives,
the realization how random it all is,
at the center of our lives just chance,
whether one lives or dies depending on nothing but chance,
no sense at all, no meaning,
but as we move away from the center
towards remembrance, we make sense of it all,
because like God, we need purpose, we need order.
At the extreme center of the vortex in the middle is complete quiet.
Some people call that nirvana.
© 2017 Jean Jones
Jean Jones teaches English as Second Language at Cape
Fear Community College in Wilmington, NC. He has an MFA in Creative
Writing Poetry from Bowling Green State University in Bowling Green,
Ohio. He has been published in Horror Zine as well
as Aphelion Webzine
among others. He has a book published by St Andrews Press from St
Andrews College in Laurinburg, NC entitled The Birds of
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