This mad storm seems to have surrounded us
For so long that minds and hearts are wiped clean
Of blue skies, warm bodies and sweet recall
Of the feeling of curiosity.
Fear rages through the atmosphere: we twist
Our words and turn our backs to a real world
Where love is soft steel warped by possession,
Where murder is a calculus problem,
Where all the answers point to helplessness
Where all the teachers ask all the wrong questions.
Fear provides our entertainment, our sex,
Our thought maps, our armored identities,
We televise our neuroses, take pride
In debasement, blame it on the others.
Every day I am faced with a choice:
Do I expend each burst of energy
On a hopeless quest for the genuine
Or surrender to cold, common wisdom
To accept good enough as good enough,
To view all I encounter as rivals
For attention, bandwidth and better than,
And accept the notion that one person
Cannot make things different, make the pain
Disappear, turn lust into honest love?
Faced with that old choice, I turn back inside,
For one answer requires a commitment
While the other demands self-sacrifice.
This is why, as the storm pounds our windows
With such force that we believe the sunshine
Exists only in our dreams, this is why
The moment our bodies fuse with freedom,
The moment our secrets find expression
In imagination, I feel alive
With possibility, I feel released
From oppression, and I feel the power
That must live in every stormy soul.
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