We look in places
where the truth
would never fit
in darkness
when the truth
seeks light, under…
when we know the truth
is above,
we look with eyes
that can’t see,
minds that can’t think, we
search with no map,
with no sense, we
see the truth but can’t…see it…
not with what we have
not with who we are,
not with all that
stands between us;
we are all in our own way,
preventing movement,
blocking the light.
Blocking the
light.
We are not contained,
assembled or aligned
in any way,
in any way toward a common
ending, a common
sense of humanity…instead
we wind our way
down a deadly path, a violent
and fearful fantasy
of truth and lies…
we cannot escape,
cannot evade, cannot
live with
or without
denying our own selves; we
accept it because
our fear is blocking the light.
Blocking
the light.
We are as connected
to each other as never
before
and separated
from ourselves like
nothing since
so we die in droves,
we live in towns
and cities,
in houses of hate,
we live
and die
sensing that in all
that we do
we cannot help
but will always be
blocking
the light.
Blocking
the
light.
The light
that can only
be called
truth.