Have you ever just sat there thinking
the world as we know it today is in
terrible shape? I’m not talking about
the spinning round and roundness of
it in space.
Ah space, there is so much of it out
there, so much happening all at once,
most of it a complete mystery to me.
I couldn’t care less about that which
does not involve me. That’s how I
maintain a modicum of sanity. Worry
about that which I cannot control
is an exercise in futility.
I shall not consider anything I cannot
touch, taste, feel, hear or see. I am but
one of trillions upon quadrillions of
objects drifting as a minute speck of
dust in The Galaxy of Happening. I’m
both terrified and joyous in my place
and time.
I am a creature of bipolar tendencies.
Pinch me and I’m as likely to laugh
as I am to scream.
I look into the mirror and wonder
sometimes if that pathetic old image
is really me? I am then satisfied in
knowing that each day the universe
is fully capable of taking care of itself.
Some folks pray over these fantastical
decrees; other folks calmly concede to
the perverse reality. That old fart I see
in the mirror really is me.
Kapish? I didn’t think so.
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Chris Hanch 1-0-2021
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