Da-sein Gets Entangled in Itself
Da-sein Gets Entangled in Itself*
My mind is filled with a roaring cacophony:
the voices of a thousand days.
Everything crowds together in my brain,
bouncing off the walls and into each other,
bruised and mangled versions of themselves.
I cannot grow quiet.
Riotous life
held in the go
always already beyond stopping.
I fornicate and read the paper.
Keep abuzz until I can
descend into deep seamless oblivion
to forget the everlasting void.
Boys
scatter my attention
like marbles splayed
against a marble wall.
His demon-drawing touch.
I submit to beauty wherever I find it
in contemplating holyJesusMary,
and in his glow when he knows I will
give myself to him.
*Heidegger, Being and Time, pg.178 (German pagination)
