Pivoting Moments

A reflective verse.

Pivoting Moments.



As the world pivots

On the decisions

Of the mad, bad,

Dangerous

To be ignorant of

I connected

With a person

Of substance.



Revealing through 

Clairvoyant Insight

What is Occluded

Truth of my

Selfish

Immaturity.

With the horrifying

Reality

Of all the world’s pain

Of my part in it.



Now I understand 
(I think)

The dream I had
(Short on ammo...)

They come for me
(Run, shoot, hide, run...)

They come in force
(Climb, run, shoot, run...)

They come in numbers
(Gun empty!)

They come for ALL of us.

Coming for our souls will

To live free

At peace with life

Ourselves

Each other.


They come with guns

They come with dogs

They come with bombs

They come with

viral pathogens.

They come with

Inescapable
Normalized
Importune

Constructs of necessity.


No point seeking

Higher ground

A better vantage point

From which to shoot

Them all down,

For They are too many

And I am out of bullets.

Just a hand grenade

With which to disintegrate myself

Dying gallantly

Defiantly.....


Yet the friend

The guide

The companion

Of substance.

Is pointing down.


Says,

“Go not upwards

There’s no advantage.

Go instead 

Down

Down

Down

Into the Unwelcoming

Into the Uncomfortable 

Into the Subterranean 

Depths

Of your being.”


Despicable (loveable)

Monstrous (inspired)

Grotesque (beautiful)


All definitions

Of me.


All definitions

Of “human”.








(With special mention to that person of substance. You know who you are.)