shining crescent
door
invites my mind to
dreaming
longed for peace of
night
4/28/20
Those old movie musicals,
plots
to support the song and dance
--
kind of like porn, but musical
performance
instead of more direct
sex.
People of loving spirit to let me
feel
safe
cosseted.
So many seem to need
hate,
to gather in racist
joining,
keeping folk designated in their
place.
Terror permeates this human
world.
Why such perverted
pleasure
gets elevated as who we
choose
to be makes no sense to
me.
And you?
Tell me true.
Why deny healing,
best of us awaking,
embracing touch called
kindness,
so much preferable a base on
which
to grow a human race.
Isn't it our time to
realign,
to be kind?
May I find the Wisdom
to accept what I can't
change,
change what I can't
accept,
get over my damn self
because I am more than my
memories,
lost in eternity, but not
forever.
I am unwinding from silken
binds
so soft it's taken all this
time
to feel their pull.
Sublimely full of
wretching
bullshit, ready to
relinquish
expectations, admit they
always
fail. Sever ties to
tribulations,
succor of revelations,
just nourish from what
comes,
unfetter adaptation.
Every time there is an
emergency
people get together.
See pretty stories of
neighborly
community, sacrifice for
family,
but also strangers because we're
all
in this and know we can only get
through
and out with each other's
help.
And those idealists,
hopemongers,
loudly proclaim a brave new
day,
people needing people as rousing
meme.
But that normality we anxiously
carry
in our hearts as just return
demands
dissembling, each a part
apart.
Memories, stories about what
happened
but no longer is --
what carries forward tells
more
about you than then.
4/19-27/20
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