I wandered to the edge of madness

A few years of searching

I found the truth

 In my heart of hearts

I found...

Nothing matters.

But I was saved

  from the edge

  Of that crawling madness

I discovered

It seems

That that didn’t matter

I found

That not thinking

Avoids the abyss

The answer

Was ACTIVITY

Blinders on

Without thought

One at a time

Nonurgent

Arbitrary

Irrelevant

Activity

To keep the mind busy

To keep the madness away

The mind must be occupied

Thoughtless

Meandering

Doing

Being

Now I wander back

Having stopped at the brink

To bulk up my investment

In doing and being

With the nagging fact of irrelevance

Detaching it all

Unhinging the relevance

Save for polite concern

So the world ends

Or it doesn’t

I die or you

They’re all just illusions

I created by being

From the ground up

To the sky’s end

A billion years of recursion

To create me right now

Instantiated by fiat

By the necessity of this thought

This perception

Right now

You aren’t even real dear

I created you from me

It is now

It always has been

It always will be

Me

And then I remember

I’m walking back from the madness

Think I’ll work on some stuff

Watch tv

Read a book

Tend a garden

Nothing urgent

Nothing relevant

Just a few attachments

To invest my mind in the world

Wouldn’t want us all disappearing now

I’m back,

Remember?