Pour my soul into a bowl. Into a character of him. Of a reflection of myself. Driving to work hearing these atrocities. Being force fed these horrific events daily. May he find his way, Lord. May all of us find our way. May he wake up and realize that life is worth living. That he has something to give back. That his apathy is a disguise for his disappointment. Disappointment in a life that has not been validated. Not allowed him to be part of the village our ancestors took for
granted. We crawled out of our village and found the city not needing our specialty. For we had to compete for our specialty to eat now. There is a whole slew of us special folks. And some of them are homeless. So I am just happy to have a job now. Just happy to be able to take care of my family now. Just happy to be able to stare at my Television and not have to think about the genocides occurring in some far away land that I will never see now. Thank you for this gift of apathy. Thank you that I do not have to solve the worlds problems. That I can just think of me. Now.

I am aware. I am not aware. I am aware. I don’t care.

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Clear eyes for the tired guy. One drop at a time. Drip. Drip.Drip.

Staring at flat panel screen dream. 50 inch plasma, that’s my Self. Staring at mirror images. Seeing fat cell deposits. Flesh. Apathy. Standing up tall. Yoga stance. Yoga prance. One vertebrae at a time. Sucking it in.

Tired of boxes. Tired of everyone talking about putting people in boxes. Thinking out of boxes. In the box. Out of the box. Jack in the Box. There is no box. Especially for fear of small spaces. Especially for tears in small places. Face this. Place this box out of your mind. Find time to breath fully with lack of boxes. Lack of limits. Infinite Spaces. Infinite Places.

Small town itch. Small town bitch. They don’t know me. I am know one. I am everyone. I am mountain top. Anthill. Stream. River. Sea. The infinite minutia. Space eternal. Smiles and tears and fears and put this all aside, and stride. See the mountain top and climb. One step at a time. One pixel at a time. One brush stroke at a time. One word at a time. Climb.

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