|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
the militant- regardless to proportion-
seeks to exploit/compensate the
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
so soon ago
some poor soul
having just realized it true...
We really are alone and lost...
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
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.