They will tell you
the work you are
is a drop
in the ocean.
that even drops
Still somehow conversations have becoming something that we have decided to look at as ways to destroy each other. In a silencing nation we wonder why people don’t speak. Silencing, I have been told is a heavy term. Still, students remain suspended for having different views.
In a discussion I am reminded that my generation is doomed. That entitlement and hatred has corrupted all and that nothing can stop it.
Love, I am reminded is only accorded to the simple. The complicated must remember this. Major Lazer echoes – all we need is somebody to lean on. Still, one wonders if it can be that simple.
A youtube show emerges. Conversations slowly build. Still, we try to imagine a world where speaking is imaginable. Where the wagging of tongues doesn’t destroy.
A fist, raised a fist, raised a fist raised a fist.
(Master, I have heard them sing, the tempest is raging)
Waves, become waves become waves
at sea a single ship bobs
in morse code
there is rest