The Spiral Called “Originality”
A single, solitary cult of personality
Observing the structures of the world
Events within me — the human curse
To repeat and to repeat eternally,
The spiral called “Originality”
A single, solitary cult of personality
Perhaps the question lies in memory
That cannot endure critical seconds,
Recalling what once has been
Perhaps the problem of a human lifetime:
I see only through my own eyes
I hear only through my own ears
I feel only through my own soul
The great divide — Them and Us,
Humanity’s greatest mistake
Like infants shoving in a sandbox,
Yet those are children with nuclear arsenals
Military parades — fear dressed in uniform
Better to shoot than forgive and integrate
One single spiral aimed only at turning away
Toward things that merely seem scandalous
But perhaps one day we will wake up,
Step out of this sandbox
Move toward why we are here:
To love, to see, to hear, and to understand
In Dance With Personal Madness,
Darian