the palpability of is

circles –

we travel.

always leading back to the comfort of familiar places –

big fish –

oh so little ponds.

until that day when the levee breaks –

releases us from streams of complacency.

only then can we fully understand the small of where we’ve been –

comprehend the big of can,

the palpability of is –

and apropos of conceptually un-imagined intimacy –

the acquisition of sanctification more profound than any presumed salvation.

piously devout,

we stand upon our thrones of discern –

arrogantly contest status of faith –

embellish feelings of consternation –

lost,

or saved?

how sad –

to join in lamentation of morality’s demise,

all the while,

hiding stones of misconceived perception inconspicuously behind our backs…

About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?