Grief is not grief,
nor hatred hatred.
Love is not love,
joy is not joy,
fear is not fear.
We trembling liquid-filled droplets
held together by surface tension...
in prayerfull cascading surrender.
The heart of the world is electric light,
pulsing the loving and the fucking
and the sinning and the living and the dying
of all seven billion plus.
Let it touch you.
beyond borders of assumptions and sanity
dwell the ogres, the chieftains, the ghouls.
There live the sorcerers, goblins, naiads, faeries,
nymphs and seraphim, nephilim and dryads, and common shades.
Crowded together in whatever dwindling spaces
of psyche we have which remain free of dollars, lists,
rights, lefts, or wrongs,
our darkest and our lightest sulk
as we slowly petrify into caricatures -
hardening, day by day,
into a mechanistic people
in a soulless universe -
all because of the tremendous effort we expend
posting "NO TRESPASSING" signs at the edges
of our understanding,
and feverishly dismissing
our own dreams.