Humans have
such
amazing abilities
stupendous features
and
solid perfections.
But also
many
many
and immense
moral deficiencies.
There is such
great contrast
in our expressions.
It almost seems as if
there are different
beings at work.
Other species.
There's
those that
are
driven by light
and growth
and there's
those
that are rotten.
Infected.
Where most
have a little
or a great
deal
of both.
We wildly
throw ourselves
into unreasonably charitable
deeds
spurred
by the nausea of our
festering
atrocities.
We then guilt
ourselves
into love.
Degenerate love.
There have
been
a few
too few
instants
in which I looked
at you
where I could have
sworn that you too
felt a tenderness
free from all
that baggage.
Where I felt
that
you too
understood all
of it.
But just like me
and you are
just like me
you had to let it
go.
So it too
could exist
freed from all
that.
Baggage.
That was
the claim.
All it did
was
store things
for later processing.
We remain
uncharted
until then.
Isn't that
sad
for each and everyone
of us?