Stand
Essay
What makes intimate stand out in fields of dream? Plenty wrong with me but I still put it on the the road. The only way through this is push and pull. I’ll take you on whatever: friend, lover, enemy, I’ll take you on.
We are only passing through dropping carbon like dog shit. Some of us clean it up, some of us, well, are dog shit. Can’t help that. Living in grace, living grace not the god thing. Yeah there are gods mythological and tapped when needed. The god-head is us — It’s up to us.
There are no rules, no bargains. Some do and all they get for it is lost ground. Life wasted on others as the self turns inward rather than blossoming the human being. They don’t understand its their turn at the wheel.
We pass. Society is escape, our feet don’t have to touch the ground, but at the end of the day there is a price to pay. Nobody gets out the door without leaving a trail.
Orange bliss chasms the again when earth is a child bathed in morning light. Carefree and tea, biscuits warmed with jam, chatter that skips and flaunts but under where the lungs grow, human heart is faster than speeding light. Filter and separate what you need to, we make the decision what we free, and the other side, the side of warm biscuits and jam.
We can’t tear this apart, but we keep trying thinking we know better. Educational scratching at the surface makes fools of excellent minds. Down here where the soil gives flowers and the roots give life, the balance of lose and gain makes no sense.
Give.
Michael Stang 2021
