Must the Moon Fall

There’s a numbness

There’s a busyness

There’s an uncaring for how all this is going

Must we ourselves bleed

Must someone close to us die

Must the moon fall from space in order for us to notice and feel anything true

We want immunity

We covet protection

We treasure safety against where all the wild things are

If, but are we not fragile

Often we find ourselves alone

And so do we proceed ambivalent, or rather somewhat inspired

At times I’d like one more day to do it right

To not self-desecrate

To love with all my might

Albeit not this bleeding heart could I feel what’s real

Attempting to rise mustn’t I first fall

Hoping to understand don’t I have to risk it all

When escaping unharmed would I be inspired to say I have won

What moves me might not shine brightly at all

How am I not torn apart by the indifference; how am I not brought to my knees by the inattentiveness of needs for my fellow human

I welcome the blows so to stay awake

I honor the suffering to the likes I will never know

I value the fact of knowing nothing, so that I can see, so that I can feel, so that I can live

The flaws of humanhood cannot be revealed above the noise of this mad machine

My gap of potential is something within the raw middle of the riddle

The chanced recognition of all that is, all which brings me to tears

What gets me to where I am going- for it is my path

Who stands in opposition oh he is me

Will I know when I get there- I already am

Documenting the minutia of my life is surprising

The colors upon the canvas however are unexplainable, they don’t make sense, it is something beyond comprehension

Somewhere between where I’ve lived and my grave does and will, lie truth.