Post 2. An Interlude.

I really am trying not to say all there is to be said. Not in one day. But, I have an artistic side too before I get too deeply into the underpinnings of our culture. I present, a poem.

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Here is me, and I wonder who that could be,

The simple reflections of a faded memory

Or the energy of a thousand falling stars.

The way is how.

Sense is for the wicked, and the wretched and me.

I fight myself constantly, inviting the silence of one

One in time and once I was alone, but I never was.

This realization comes as sharp and as loud as it can be

The reflections of a faded memory

the way I cannot forget,

I cannot see be think or feel

For I am all there is

I disappear.

The autumn leaves are crushed under it

I and sense the decay in my surroundings as the color fades to ice

Cold, far and alone and beautiful.

If in the beginning it would be as the spring snow

It would be as the famine of wonder

The suffering and decay of a thousand lost souls finding

Turn the red to blue, seek me and I will find you

These are the only lessons of a time I remember

All as one regretting and loving

I disappear.

Now.. Now.. Now..

All thoughts flowing like water through a sieve

Into an ocean of regret

Numbers of the lost and fallen

Is this who I am? Awake and alone

I disappear.

Forever is a way of being

The time and sadness

The way I know

All the things I have gained

All the time to forget

The fires burn bright,

My arduous decent into

Simplicity

The divination of knowing

All the things inside that change

The light that bends to show the way

The color of burning

I disappear.

I’ve become it

Sensing for the senseless

Human for the inhuman

Sight for the blind

Going to and returning from

Self and other

For what it is,

I have only compassion.

Only a character

I am.

The stars will shine for us.