For the second time in the blink of year
there is that sense to all means none
and there will be no escape from the
cruel mysteries without answers and
an eternity of suffering absent even
the courtesy of pain.
Given a million of one heritage
and a million plus one of another-

the appeaser seeks
common ground,

while

the militant- regardless to proportion-
seeks to exploit/compensate the
perceived disparity.

Concurrently

the individualist sees the beauty
of 2 million alternative perspectives

It is news...
from across the country
and, even the world...
some heinous crime
in no way anticipated

some where
so soon ago
some poor soul
has panicked...

having just realized it true...

We really are alone and lost...
stranded...
and at the mercy
of an amoral
and consuming  universe
Somewhere between the human
capacity to ponder infinite
space- and, the failure to
comprehend how little a
collective humanity represents-
there is the individual,
inconsequential relative to the
masses already
inconsequential... struggling
to find meaning-while sensing
there is none.
Tthe individual in pursuit of understanding
self- as such-reaches the point of threshold.  It
is a point at which point the soul is never more
vulnerable to corruption..  It’s cold and lonely
upon entry into the  nebulous realm of spirit.
 
O
Dude...Why
Balloons?


News from across the ocean...
or just down the block
some heinous crime
No one saw coming

somewhere
here or there
so very recent
yet a lifetime ago


so soon ago
some poor soul...
could take it no more
having just realized it true...

We really are alone and lost...
stranded...
and at the mercy
of an amoral
and violent universe
Life of any kind is not the way of the universed
just as human existence is not the way of the planet
right
left
one to another   would seek to console...just where are we from
to fill this void with imagined truths filling the void of never knowing
reaching out in search of faith but we will never
know just why it is some are so lost or why it is
some will do such terrible things

those upon know of nothing else