Our brains are
burning from words
dipped in chronic
distrust, havoc makers
trying to bend us,
seeking relevance by
opposing someone or
everyone, or something
or everything—that
won’t be my legacy.
I am not keen to
squander my youth
conforming to
decomposing duplicities,
my energy is a storm
of fiery light, my
gentle breath pulsates
love into their
hearts—in my right
palm the sun, in
my left the moon, if
only they could
see with my vision.
I am my resolution.
“Ultimately, we must confront a painful point of clarity. The paradox of our existence is that we struggle in a perpetual conflict that finds us seeking to protect ourselves from each other. But in the process, we do not measurably improve the human (or any other) condition. The absurdity of our existence is that we accept these circumstances as an unalterable aspect of life.”