It’s easy to get bored these days.
New things are always popping up,
advertising just to us with alarms and delivered messages.
There’s paranoia without the fear,
the heightened, agitated state fully intact but unfocused,
grabs at everything for scrutiny.
We’re the most distracted people who’ve ever walked the Earth
and even the things we love can’t hold us forever.
It’s the vibrating, life with it’s hand on the buzzer,
we can’t be moved, locked as we are in seizure-born paralysis.
There’s tones in it too, a humming reverberation with each of us,
blurring public spaces into white noise
where our ears, perked indiscriminately, pour out of our mouths
those glimpses of everything
which speak to us directly in rhyme, lyric and song
as testaments to a time & place
when we alone we’re completely in tune with the world around us.
Our insights right, thumb on the pulse,
we march in search of the next blanket, shelter,
warm fire and battlefield,
whatever it always is that keeps us right with the world.
We get real weak and tired too.
Preconceptions, sensationalized histories, the advice of friends,
the attention paid to pictures wear down those unspeakable truths
we find in reflection.
It gets harder to remember where we were when we realized
we were little more than our weaknesses
wrought by the light of the unexplainable will we have to refine ourselves
and we slip up, misfire,
file things in our history simply because we believe that some time has passed
and some part of ourselves has been shaved away with it
depleting whatever core resonated to some
certain day, certain listening, certain lesson, certain rumor
but its not true, none of it.
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