MOBIUS STRIP

there’s no escaping the Mobius Strip -

it’s glued to us

and we’re stuck on it

sees all - knows all

no beginning and no end

like the carefully woven tapestry

of a blue and white sky

angry yet still

life giving force

of a thunder storm

rainbows and stars

on either side

all the above reflective

of humanity below…

traveling the length

of the Mobius Strip

it’s glued to us and we’re stuck on it

try to rip it off

and you only cheat yourself

inter-dimensional travel

carved deep within its niche

the sight and sound

of a baby’s cry

having taken its first breath

solstice to solstice

myriad tastes shaping

an ubiquitous form

till the pain and pleasure

of helplessness

at a funeral

and what lies beyond…

no -

there’s no escaping the Mobius Strip

it’s glued to us

and we’re stuck on it

that theoretical piece of paper

ends glued together

forming a circle

on either side

and oh what it becomes my friends

when given the right twist

© 2002 Chris Sorrenti