choice theory
I used to think concrete meant real
that if I could touch the words I spoke
they would settle into the earth
and grow like flowers
Soon I learned that real is relative
that cement blocks collapse
under the weight of our perceptions
leaving only dust
These crushed particles of reality
float at random past our eyes
obscuring our ability to see one another
leaving us practically blind
Without our sight
in the backs of our mind
images arise out of darkness
distorted, deluded, deceptive
This is hatred’s home
where accidental misunderstandings
rupture into rivalries
and divide us into isolation
In our visionless state
we have forgotten our origins
the tree from which we all bloomed
has been chopped to its roots
I want to clear the dust
so we can see again
and gaze at one another
through open eyes
The realest thing that exists
is what lives in our minds
and it is our choice
about what to bring to life
Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz
Fri 22nd Mar 2019 13:12
But in any case I was talking about the assumptions we make about other people and their intentions. Not arguing that stepping into a busy street wouldn't result in death.