There’s a
feeling in my mind, or maybe its just
guess,
from past experiences, but not knowledge
of,
a portending sea change as we go about
our business,
restricted and confined, to different
degrees according to the needs and levels
of insecurity which create the unsureness
of walking in a thick fog
from a perceived clarity that once was,
and is no longer,
but not yet admitted, acknowledged or
imagined
and we become lost. Unlike
a physical attack, invasion or death of a
god,
many are rearranging chairs while their
children roller-blade in the sub
divisions,
the XM radio band plays on,
and the clowns and puppets on the screen
tell US things will be okay
hoping we won’t recognize the
dimensional shift we just took,
while having one foot in with the other
all too probably soon to follow.
Temporarily
restricted and confined but with new
borders, social and otherwise,
subducted, subtle or maybe not so subtle
as we free up and emerge again
only in reverse, from the butterfly to
the caterpillar.
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