peaking over Saturn's
wall
Do
we? Live like undead slaves?
Do
we only move as directed, never dance freely in a whirling wind;
never touch finger to foreign finger for a thrill of
acceptance?
Never savor music within assimilated from exhausted nights
swirled into revelation?
Such
solemn vibration lingering warm and sweet.
Reach into balance within limits of
room, laws of motion, draw of elation.
Nothing is sacred; all is permitted; the going is
ridiculous?
Which of the plagues,
weapons, increments of Earth destruction, cataclysmic storms,
nuclear heck, submission to
fantasy starving for money, or even more fantastic
lapse of sanity will we
choose?
Do we go through changes in
values, ideas, aging, reremembering?
People enmeshed in
self-destruction, species-destruction, world destruction: whoopee! We’re all
gonna die, and ain’t it grand!
We made this mess and
refuse responsibility.
People who believe in the
plan of their god ought to realize that all this mass migration among humanity
just now is about homogenizing us,
making us neighbors in a
community of every kind of human being to end these false
divisions.
In a time of potential
self-genocide we need to get together to save our species
-- this is the Judgment
some religious have been preaching and awaiting.
sexism, racism, colorism,
ageism, ableism, classism, casteism,
any ism that
teaches us fellow humans are our superiors or inferiors, are essentially
the same ism
– that abstraction
that tells us we can order living beings into static categories the better to
lash out
with
shame/blame/rage/violence rather than look to our own living beingness and tell
our most wonderful stories.
Imaginal sketches
of people (places, things)
who inspire remembrance
Give the people what they want
at a cost they can really afford
get rich without becoming evil.
Everyone sucks
but not all the time
and some much more than most
so we each need to decide
what level of suckage we accept
from ourselves
and each other.
Don’t miss this chance to let them know
“I love you” when you can.
Even when the words won’t pass your breath,
jump to hug, gently caress a’smile.
If the worst, they back aghast,
at least in the end you know
they mattered.
1/14/-19/19
