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.