Thursday, 1 November 2012

Absence of Seams...



We’re hurting
Wounded deep to our souls
Out of control
No longer involved in the choices that mean
Everything

Too long a disease has raged
Torn through pages of history
To be - to be - to be
The dominant destiny

Infesting
Seeping
Through the divisions between us
Harming
At an alarming success rate
Dis-ease dominates
...Everything
Clouding
Shrouding
What should-be
With terrifying may-be’s
Wilfully dictating a dichotomy of
Them/us
Here/ever-after
Terrorist/freedom fighter
In/out
With/without
Godly/lager lout

But away from the extremities...
You and me
Wait
No knowing the state of our selves
No healthful
Natural
Way to be.
Uneasy in our flesh
Unfitted
Undressed

Distressed of truth
Proofed, in every symptom we display
...Dismayed

Nursing our wounds
Exploring the tombs of our dreams
Un-weaving the believed
Making places and spaces
Where solace is
Extrapolated

As True
Is un-suffocated
To gasp at last
And exhale
The real of what is
And will always be
...the absence of seams ~ between you and me.