It seems some things in life appear indestructible
No matter how grueling, our human hands cannot break them.
Thus, our hands must be destructible
They at least appear to be the cause of destruction certain times.
But y'know. . .
If I don't let go of your hand,
How are you going to be able to hold the hand of someone else?
. . . Someone who truly loves you?
And so says Hobbes:
Take thus all away.
Thus being all variables being influential.
Thus being, ultimately, God & Law.
Tumult, conflict; Self preservation as the First Natural Law.
Protect myself from my greatest enemy-me.
Hobbes is mistaken, so says Locke:
There is no violence amongst our heart.
Peace is desirable and what we so seek is solitude.
As created, we endeavor to create.
Things along the perimeter of property.
A right, to so we such beings are endowed.
And I so say, as a friendly warning:
He to whom I lend my sword to kill my own foe,
may, near the end, with it kill me.
I know we've had this conversation before
I'm sure you're quite weary when I mention these words.
However, after much contemplation and myself,
Being the more initiative out of the two of us
(or was it three? I suppose you did have the prominent memory)
It was only the interval it took for one more pilfered breath,
Before I simply had to ask
Or else let it destroy me from the inside out,
Are we really different?
I concur, perhaps our interactions,
and must you really mention our outward demeanors...
But you certainly cannot mean to deny,
The part where we're just human?
That was the moment I discovered myself: Infatuated
& Face to face with something not quite what we call "love"
But a situation closer to the definition of serendipity.
And what I did next, would you believe?
& With this comprehension that has always,
For a length of time that hasn't quite reached forever,
Was finally and formally configured into the words:
Life never was an equation to solve.
It was nearing the end of the work day.
The doctor only had a single patient left to examine.
The nurse brought him to the room and there he found
an individual with overbearingly plain features and
an even plainer dress of clothing.
The doctor was not affected by this outside appearance,
as he had been in the field for a long many years.
It was quite often that these sorts of people come
to his office as he was quite a generous man.
Perhaps he could be described as "good."
What are your complaints?
Do you see them?
Who?
They're everywhere. In this room. I'm sure one can be hiding behind you too.
When did you start noticing these symptoms?
Doctor, they've always been around. Do you really not see them?
I'm afraid I don't.
That's a pity. Are you suffering from a lack of imagination?
I woke to the sound of trumpeting stars and peeked through
my windows to find an illustration of peculiarity.
& it wasn't until after stepping out the door
to walking next to flowers, and then running after the winds
to crossing stretches of plains and climbing robust mountains
it wasn't until I saw places mentioned in fairy tales & books
or immersed in a fraction of the everlasting seas
and eventually ended up standing in the same predicament
I so delightfully had the chance to begin in
is the moment I ultimately began to believe
the world to be round.
There is no jurisdiction in this enclosure where
Tatters of veiled twine continuously persist
That he, with such a charming disposition,
Should often keep company to a gravity that
is able to move him without moving him
With quite such a persuasive momentum
-and it isn't until he finally realizes his last choice
To then, lay on his back & drowsily close his eyes
against the even span of apathetic cerulean
-and allow the light to be obscured by a delicate set of doors
That everything just finally stops.
When you look at my hands
What do you see?
All the things I've held onto
All the things I've let go?
Or perhaps
The place where yours used to be?
"Oh, that," I say as we both, you and I.
All we can do is follow with our eyes.
Our hearts were too dense to move as lightly.
There was the glow about her, much like dying coals.
And yet, the prettiest of smiles suspended on her lips.
"She understands the light perfectly."
The way it hit our skin and draped the world.
"But what she forgets,"
-as she shimmers under all that fell from the sky-
"Is that there is always darkness where there is light."
For she has turned to face the sun
and forsaken all the shadows in the past.
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