Paradox

My ability to write poetry has disappeared
vanished into the realm of the nothing beyond nothing
killing my natural inspiration
natural inclination
natural persuasion
natural passion
but I have decided to make the decision to not decide
about deciding to make the decision to not decide
The paradox of belief, pragmatism, God, and all
truly unknowables.
What do we do now?
Do we just not do?
Or do we do what we can with what we have left?
The best we can,
Forgetting the past
Preparing for the future
Living the present