The guessing crowds

We want it all to make sense, to
be clear, intelligible, sane and us
in control but
but
it will never be, it is only a mask
to the madness
and what is inside you
only guessed at by the surrounding crowd…so
we accept obvious lies from
people we trust, from
words on paper, from
beginning to end we are and have always been
alone;
exquisite
magnificent
moving
alive
we have always been singularly in control, but
not out there;
in here
where we breathe think believe and are
ourselves
and only
ourselves…
beautiful full moving staring
relentlessly outward
as if out there is an answer in the many faces
the naked bodies like breadcrumbs to follow backwards
the dream
defined…
there is nothing out there; there is only inside
and we create everything else with our
choices decisions preferences bias hatred indifference disgust
love
we make ourselves whole by the people we create
around us
we create them by choosing
how we are treated
and often it is quantity we choose
because quality
exists inside
very few
so the cacophony of guessing crowds
however maddening spiteful and damaging
takes the place
where quiet
sincere
love
should
be.

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