It seemed a continual pendulum swing, from highs to lows,
from close to push away, from together to alone, and
obviously that was what it was.
Why the mystery? Onion layers…
Two people, old enough to know too much, to think they’ve
seen it all and enough more to sink a goat, now thinking
they can each transform themselves into the Fool stepping
into the Abyss, as he called it. And why not?
What more was there to do, but complete the circle,
and begin again.
But new borns cry a lot. They throw tantrems, they are
afraid. Nothing makes any sense, and they want to be held
They want soothing songs and nonsense stories
to swim them into themselves, where being is
a Dolphin dance of knowing without words.
The Issues…….and the Methods…
She thought deeply on this one, because just now it seemed
like the “fight” wasn’t about the issues at all. It was about
the style used to prove a point, about winning, about being right.
At least to her it was, and that was all she knew, of course,
like all of of, each of us.
Consider the life of the man. Beaten as a young child by
both parents, isolating himself for protection, proving
himself again and again, yet the only answer he ever
got was from himself, like when the father threw him
into the ocean to teach him to swim. Sinking to the bottom
revealed his abilities to hold his breath, and the complete
and utter joy he felt when he realized he was at last safe
and in his element. Alone now seemed a strength.
And War. Always at war with all of it, but when the real
thing came with the Legion, he saw a path to rightousness,
recognition, and power. He could be a true Hero.
He hadn’t figured on what it would do to his heart.
So fucking alone.. he was completely alone, wrought with
past cobwebs, ropes, the scars from war…the hardest fucking
plastic known to man wrapped around his heart.
Old ways are not set in concrete, but they Are set in neurons,
pathways, grooves so deep, so repetitiously run.
And new tracks can be near impossible to dig out.