Frequently designated a dreamer, in perpetuum,
among many other things, he does, he admits,
allow little space to plan.
Rightly or wrongly,
this is the path
he has ended up on. Difficult, perhaps,
at times when cracks in the concrete led him astray.
Only recently discovered, by accident more than fault, is balance
maintained in a world cluttered with discrepancies and dogma
forced upon him by conspiracy theorists, self-serving henchmen,
Jesus freaks and hangers on, black hole believers
and Masters of the Universe
who continue, ad nauseam, to propagate fear.
Erstwhile encounters not forgotten, not
soon enough, minutes bypass memory, he has clung to details
accounted for nostalgically and passionately,
each plank of a moral platform galvanized and scandalized.
He continues, white-knuckled grip, adhering
to a belief system founded over time; tested, altered,
as deemed fit or favorable.
Fully aware and seemingly appreciative, he has crossed the line
from seeing himself merely as a character in this long drown-out drama
to bearing witness
to what happens, as it happens.
He, alone, will not wait to understand, but
carpe diem, record the state of a disingenuous planet.
Each event, as it unfolds, to be accepted as what will.
No longer a second-hand story in third person narrative,
this first-person view could offer confusion at worst,
discomfort at least, through instant, authentic, and liberating in ways
only he will determine. Tenet nosce. Each element of freedom comes at a cost.
He will taste the summer ahead, open mouthed, open-minded,
without concern of those in the past, but
with a belief not to get too far ahead of himself
in the dreams he conjures.
Self and the spirit pacified today with the joy offered,
instead of looking for what
is no longer there. It is easier that way.
© 2018 j,g, lewis
Leave a Reply