I listened only long enough to fear,
the easiest emotion,
that moment when suddenly confusion, our lives,
becomes less about
being in control,
far more about wanting to
I want that,
more than anything else in the world,
I don’t want to be there when it happens.
I don’t desire definition.
Whether we begin to accept anything at all,
seems relevant only to those who might no longer need hope,
those who are the souls walking the earth tonight.
They are the ghosts in and around our mechanical antics,
fleshing out the reality of our lives,
while we with little regard for our own sanity,
struggle to understand just why hate needs to be a precedent
in our daily lives.
I cannot imagine the horror beyond my own intellectual
to all of the cruelty that exist outside my door,
outside yours, theirs, and wherever I walk tomorrow,
well that could be the right place again …
the wrong time doesn’t really have definition anymore.
Perhaps there is something to the purpose of faith
beyond expectation, beyond us, beyond me.