what a blender of extremes, choices, polarized gray areas of disgust and weeping beauty, of frostbite and thawing sunrises, of this road or that, on the one hand yet on the other, if I don’t but if I do, what do I do, too weak and overconfident, sweating love and locked in fear, taken over by thoughts and watching them float by, observing then doing the thing despised.
so human.
shockingly human. sweetly and slowly human. clay. dust. windstorms of experience. moved by music, broken by betrayal, healed by presence.
where do thoughts come from? to whom do they speak… mysteries with names, bits of DNA code from the ether growing into kings and demons, a watcher beneath on the ride of an eternity, impossibly complex and beautifully chaotic.
how strange to be here,
how lucky…
LEFT
RIGHT
LEFT
UPPERCUT
the faintest glimmer of light lingers as the boxer falls to the floor. stars explode and the story fades as the victor comes into view..
no storied details crowd the moment, hazing out the crystalled pixels of moving crowds and synthetic fibers, waves of sensation perspiring from a galaxy of atoms bound together by space and sound, eternity ringing in his ears. the victor standing over the winner, a wave that finally met the shore.
a slight smile warped the swollen face…
what a thing to be anything at all,
but damn….
human…..
warrior gods of the tiny blue planet spiraling through space, where our limitations are our splendor, our failures shattering crystal hearts to melt them into something new.
new cells and new selves, holder of the trophy of renewed consciousness, heart warmed with the flame of new stories burning on the inside.
even if you cowered in the ring, punched from one side to the other by finances and betrayal and loneliness and pain, the fact that you put your hands on the ropes of life and dared not cheer from the sidelines but bowed at the waist before the throne of the unknown, entering on your face, birthed head down, humbled at the eventuality of death yet electrified by life......
