i suppose -
each span of time should be held with equal consideration.
what authority -
do we own -
allows discrimination of day,
of hour,
even moment of life?


at what point do we realize the blessing,
rather than lament the supposition of - (perceived) oppression?
birds fly and we envy their freedom.
the sun shines and we contemplate the suggestion of clouds.
we fill ourselves -
involuntarily -
with living,
yet commiserate with the eventuality of our demise.


indifference -
we wear,
as if it were our shield.
unaware.
ignorant of the possibility -
the only war -
waged willingly upon the plain of our inconsideration...

today i walked through fields of used to be acquaintance. 
and while the road was still familiar, 
the landscape -
i no longer recognized. 
well-worn paths traveled in different seasons,
now unaware of anything passing  
other than time. 

in place of meadows bursting green with gift of life -
only silent wind-blown fields,
holding fading memories of being alive. 
and  where once i found the gate to paradise, 
now only broken remnants of speculation... 

you seem surprised. 
no absolution sought for act of disconnection? 
no predetermined propaganda - 
distortion of the truth? 
funny how choosing the longer route home 
is met with such opposition. 
perhaps your logic can enlighten me?

the distance - 
you say - 
provokes the heart to grow fonder. 
if so, 
why nearly silent the sound of mine - 
barely beating?"