It seems like I’m everywhere these days
and nowhere.
One minute
focused like a laser beam,
the next,
trying to take in the entire expanse of creation
in one glance;
a screenshot
of everything.
The struggle is real;
or is it?
Am I just making it up?
Am I grappling with a lie?
How many more pieces
do I have to shed?
How much more
dead flesh
do I have do cut away
before I’ll rise to the surface again?
Back to the drawing board.
Back to the iron,
and the lead,
and the brass,
and the mats,
and the sweat,
and the blood;
until something falls together,
or falls apart.
Until then you can find me
here,
everywhere,
and nowhere.
-HG
