We land somewhere
smack in the middle
of a new form
as if nothing happened and
nothing needed any least bit
of resolving.
How ignorant on all our parts.
Only the contrary is really true
as it so often is.
There is something
quite insane about humans
and their ways of coping
with their pains
by heralding the opposites.
It is all perversely incompatible,
I'm sure.
But anyway,
it's all back to semi-normal.
The little days
peek through the cracks
in our memories
only to see
the same old sun
burning away
at our hydrogen
fusing the hell
out of the great passions
we once felt.
Into solid lumps of heartlessness
we melt.
A now tasteless indifference
towards all the places
that we used to love
with a vengeance.
What a disgusting waste
of life.
Once more
we flourished
for a few nearly negligible
but sacred mountaintop moments.
We never came
that close
to the heavens before.
And again
it has all been
completely gauged away
by those fears
that live outside of our minds
in the physical world
that holds us captive.
The fears
that strike panic
into the hearts of love
and the one reality
that won't let us touch
the innards of perfection.
Even though we know better
because we have touched it
more than once
looking straight at it.
What can be better than
not being able to deny it?
Stop denying it.