Heavy

All issues aren’t life and death

Though life and death are full of issues

Everything matters

We make priorities based on fear 

We lie to protect secrets because

We don’t know how to be us

Without secrets 

Compromises make cowards of us

Meanwhile that human race in a hand basket

Metaphor gets closer to hell everyday

We’re not running out of time

Time is running out 

Running out

Running out running

Out on us

Ticking as a distraction from

What’s actually going on

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

A mindless drone on and on and on…

It’s not miraculous when mediocre expression

Leaves bad habits

Or makes us ugly beyond repair 

Whichever way the wind blows

I’m in its breeze

Like pollen carried by butterflies and bees

My body is my apartment

The universe my neighborhood

However

I’m not real estate

Not for sale or rent

I didn’t recognize me

Though my story was all around me

All the time

I couldn’t hear me even when

I was screaming in my ear

When I took time out and off

From denial and self loathing

I could see what I had run from

And hid away from for decades

It didn’t play back like a movie on DVD

But the story spoke volumes

Of abstract truth and hallucinations

Why should anybody else care

Except no island is entire

But a piece of the Earth

A colony of the cosmos

Through an orifice the size

Of truth my rendezvous with my twin

Made me whole but not complete

There is so much more of me

Beyond the pale of superficial desire

There is an irrational hope for acceptance

And unconditional forgiveness

Unapologetic nakedness reveals

What my eyes need to learn to love

But my heart can’t assume is mine…