sisyphean squared

"now here" to "no where"

is only a hair,

a razor thin aeon

of light and despair.

empty omniscience,

glass shards and smoke,

the rifts between dreaming

and violently woke.

detached mindfulness,

autopilot aware,

every path, forward or back,

always brings me right there.

and I'm never quite sure,

whether healthy or ill:

am I Sisyphus incarnate

or his rock on the hill?