Everything changes
when we finally get
to the ground.
While we’re high
we see things looking down.
Here,
on the level,
we can’t deny
the devil’s
in the details.
We saw the big picture
for a moment
and now we’re here.
Caught up in these
subtle motions
learning patience,
learning fear.
What we don’t know
won’t hurt us,
was such bullshit;
we revere
the secrets that are killing us.
The devil is as he appears;
quiet and resourceful.
No one prays
for fallen angels
who forget their wings
and crawl along.
No one hears
the song that plays
in their dreams.
No one knows
where the notes belong,
the number of cells
that make you,
that thing that you’ve
been keeping quiet.
The forest for the trees.
The picture breaks
and what’s inside it
is only in our eyes.
The meaning for all this,
we left behind;
way back in time,
or somewhere in the sky.
The reasons they gave us
were all a lie.
We still die.
Floating up above it all
they say it’s peaceful,
but they’re wrong.
We look and see
that we do not belong.
The past intrudes,
no interludes,
the future isn’t true.
The devil’s in the details,
the rest is up to you
and I.
HG – 2018
