Absence of Reason

What on earth is going on?

Seems I might be losing my mind.
Oh well. Apparently it's nothing to worry about.
Apparently it's just nature or nurture taking its collective course.

Oh well - that's ok then, right?

I don't believe it for a second.

I told him, after I'd caught up with myself:
I told the Doc as much.

I said I was being tarnished:
with the same brush.
Without so much as a by your leave.

There's an absence of reason to all this.

Don't worry you're slightly mad.
Just accept it.

Sort of I Ching like in its philosophy
but it seems to lack its wisdom.

I think the only truth I have right now
is that
I have absolutely no idea about absolutely anything,
except that I am really enthralled
by the really fresh green that is emerging from some buds,
by the scents that are arriving with spring,
by the upright latterns of the magnolia tree near a neglected corner of Dulwich Park
and by the promise of butterflies.

When may I emerge from my cocoon?