talking about being
on the same page
when the same
page is rage,
a thing,
that the she and he,
of whatever identity,
preference matrix,
that lives the real mixup,
in their not together,
know too well;
frustration becoming
our only being,
being displayed
in glorious 8K
counts of things
that byte
everything in
every way they can.
But even as we binge on
with the spectacle
of frustration,
so apocalyptic,
we only frustrate
ourselves,
with the willful
ignorance of not amplifying
wanting to know
how to feel
the feeling
body of what we feel
The Elemental Embrace of.
The Divine
vessel that we start from.
That we don't dare
to recognize
for fear we'll lose
the penetrating way of getting
our way
into things.
So,
the differential here
is fundamental opposites:
with plunging separation
of arbitrary objects,
so rationally reorganized,
even as old meanings
are blown apart,
for the power
to be wielded
from a single point of view;
waring against:
slowly complete diffusions
that deeply open embracing
can entangle one in,
sometimes losing
the point
of continuing
a frame of reference
in the altogether.
So,
we are at war
with ourselves,
and each other now,
as we mirror
the two sides of divinity itself;
the supposed higher power
vying against the supposed
higher purpose,
when it is their necessity
to always mediate the meaningful
connections that will bind
the furtherance of more
differential.
To keep the questions
going for more answers
to serve as parking lots
for even better questions yet,
assuming we can rework
what dynamic balance
might find in living
mutually sour compromises
that are still the sweet spots
to keep the better choices going.
For then we can choose
to be on the same page
of engage
instead of enrage,
for that's the only way
to keep
the meaningful mediations
to be writ large with,
and on.
The ones we'll know
feel right, and
we'll feel
quite practical with.
Images Of Frustration And Rage
Images Of Being On The Same Page
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