Down Here.

Down Here.
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Down here from where I sit,
things look flat, and seem
nonsensical;
Like the world is a straight line
that leads nowhere but forward.
(and the process isn't really
progress so much as inevitable
motion.)

Seemingly meaningful conversations
rush by in chattering waves of
confused energy;.. these
random words and utterances that
obviously delight the participants,
but seem to me like a Cruel Dance
devised to distract others from their
hidden Reality of pervading ignorance.
(or impending Doom.)

So I look Up;
Heavenward...
watching The Stars
shine down upon me.
Hoping that the wonder of them
which inspire others to dream
and endlessly theorize might
effect me vicariously...
yet to no avail!
(they may as well be dying rocks
burning alive in a reverse Hell.)

Down Here from where I sit;
The good suffer at the hands of
mindless brutes,
Who prosper off the blood of
innocence and cleverly conceal
all aspects of  truth.

(and the people just chatter aimlessly
about seemingly meaningful Reality;
which never amounts to shit, or changes
Anything.)

J.Stephen.H.