The world is
a lonely place
when you are
one of few using the
holes in
your face to
sense and impact
dark realities.
Perhaps in
the midst of your
daily “Fight”
trance you’ll
encounter a
like-mind
in a “Brace
Yourself” dance,
but your
time for encouragement
is a
fleeting romance when
you are
awake.
All about
you are bodies
untouched by
their ills,
unchanged by
their circumstances,
dispossessed
of their wills and
devoid of
life’s strength.
You reach
and you teach and you
preach and
beseech and you
cry and you
pray and you shout
and hooray
their every little improvement.
But still
they are sleeping and
inwardly
seeping out all of your preaching;
for all of
your reaching they’re
easily
leeched by their
own perverse
aims.
What does
become of us
if only one
of us out of a
ton of us
chooses to
take up strong arms against
darkness?
We’ll be
found fossiled,
lined up in
sediment like
assembly-line
drones,
strangely
made crystal,
encapsulated
by the evils we
allowed in
our homes.
It’s a lonely
place, truly.
Great fun
for the ones who are
wild and
unruly but
humdrum for
the ones who
see clearly.
Humdrum for
the ones who hear
everything.
Humdrum for
the ones
aware
of what a
good life
is.
