Sometimes
Sometimes, I’m fire-charged, incendiary!
All juice, and life – creating – an incandescent
wick of connection and peace and understanding
to light the world!
Sometimes I’m the best that my humanity can be… aware, alive
seeking, compassionate…
I like that me!
Sometimes, though, I’m a duller shade
of human. Disconnected,
disinterested, flat; a hermit
crab shelled in dysphoria, soul-sick and sunk.
No time for you; absorbed in evading
me.
Sometimes the darkness is so complete
I see nothing but hopeless. The sorry world no remedy;
but this murkiness is intimately mine. That broken part of my
flesh-made machine, that always fails me
but this murkiness is intimately mine. That broken part of my
flesh-made machine, that always fails me
sometimes.
