To reject isolation
is to spurn your own
Continuing
evolution
Not deep
thought
Not
abstract consideration of the void
Rather
just plan nothing
Dropping
the engine down from fourth
Slowed to
a stop
An evening
hillside
Eyes over
the horizon of the city
Shielded
from the posturing
Cocooned
from the shouting
And
screaming and music
Dancing to
yourself
Secretly
singing love songs
And the
sadness of it all is a wave
And you
rise and fall
With it
Delicately
in the quiet
Nothing to
prove
Nothing to
fight for
But inside…
Still
climbing granite boulders
Struggling
toward the source of all hurricanes
Forward on
gut instinct
Breaking
chains
Napalm on
every bridge
Bravely
evolving in the near dark.