Sounds of Destruction, Sounds of Resistance


Disarray, disarray,
it is tumbling society faster and faster into disarray
all with loud assertions
that it is escorting people into an ascension
higher and higher
into love
enlightenment
a more authentic way of living
but it is wrong

That is not what love looks like
that is not how love behaves

Usually I prefer misdirected fiery passion
over correct yet lukewarm ponds
but this time the death-dripping roar
is far too sulfuric
far too freakishly encompassing

I need to catch my breath
I need to stop the bleeding from my ears

So for now
I am stepping back
feeding myself with Beauty
strengthening myself with Truth
nourishing myself by feeding others
with affection
with attention
with humour
speaking words that fan the flames of life

And what I am doing
is just as real as that growing
bloated
devouring vortex
maybe more so
even if its bellowing
appears to drown out
the living
dynamic
and sometimes faltering
patterns of my heartbeats

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