Inextricable you,
me,
and everything.
Not much separation
even now.
How hard is it going to be
when it’s time to part?
Or will we slide out
easily?
So homogenous,
that when someone disappears
another takes their place
and we don’t even notice.
Just another one of us,
faceless and indistinguishable.
Cursed in the known.
Ceiling,
a blank horizon.
Chastity of thought imposed
by another clone
of some fearful vassal.
Quit the kin
and make anew.
Soldiering out into
lonely and dark territory,
where the liquid light
can’t reach.
Reach down
and take a handful
of the soil.
Taste the loam,
and know the clast
of clay, of sand.
New ground
and fertile soil.
Breaking free of what we’re in
isn’t going to be easy,
but it might be
the only way
that we survive.
I don’t want to die,
just a number to be replaced.
So entwined
in a system
that only sees how we can be used.
Inextricable you,
me,
and everything.
Peel out,
disengage,
and seek the silence.
There is a place
for each of us
out here.
DJR – 2022
