Cutting into minds of plastic, opening them
and dumping their ingredients out onto tables
of space.
Wondering where facets of their importance have
disappeared to, yet knowing how revered slivers
of recognition fell to their doom in acquiescence,
putting everything in one basket and walking away –
down strange and lonely pathways of exuberant
existence.
Resisting other’s chilly personas, giving them an indifferent shoulder to contemplate as I go about my business, taking myself deeper into catacombs of isolation.
Justifying periods of silence with truthful facts and peaceful entitlement.
grief and suffering.Not letting any of it interfere with whatI’m thinking at any given time.
Inflections in my mind mirror grief’s effect on me without, as I listen with my heart.
down paths of homelessness.Wasting away on city streets, in front of highrisebuildings full of wealth and absolutely no generosity.Families torn apart and scattered to winds of fate,no respite in sight.Likelihood of ever having homes or three square mealsa day is highly unlikely.Yet, owners of businesses and politicians can careless as they travel in private jets…
