The Mists of the Future
Wayfinding in the post-truth era
Candour in self-expression is no currency
Clarification about feelings of any kind inspires naked fear
Absenting the shelter that courage might bring
Airwaves find themselves carrying platitudes
Meaningless puffs of air wafting from the exertions of a team
In distant tournaments and matches
Working out to compel the boy within to become a man
Seldom pausing to think about interactions in the present
Even those coming from expected sources
Let alone those from unexpected minds
The chase is exhilarating in every aspect
Both heart rate and adrenaline levels surge
Grunting and growling alongside gushing testosterone
But only when normalcy awaits at the end
Anything else is too hideous and too monstrous
Far too terrifying to contemplate even for a second
Hello friend-zone my old buddy
How you been doing
You look fit
Now kindly fuck off back to the darkness
And the song of silence
In a world of never-ending noise
Step by step you’ll get the hang of this mate
You’ll learn to laugh and chuckle
To disguise your disappointment and disaffection
With that which could never be
Your shoulders will shrug charmlessly
Your nose shall twitch ceaselessly
As you ignore the agony smouldering in your heart
From the ashes might rise a phoenix
Resplendent in magnificence
Fully aware of his prowess
Call out to him and he might pay heed
Slowly he might turn his head
Soundless is his stare
Breathe
Inhale
Exhale
Feel the air caress your fingers
Sniff
Scent mingling with scent
Stick out your tongue
Taste each snowflake as it lands on your tongue
Repeat
Watch time float by
Listen
Heartbeat envelops heartbeat
And you might sense loev in those eyes
Compiled in the shadow of the obelisk atop the summit of Parihake on February 3, 2017 during a break on an afternoon hike in Whangarei, Aotearoa.
