“You’re alive?!” are the words most often spoken when the silence first breaks in my shadowed nook.
“So it would seem…,” my auto-response, offered with less certainty and sincerity than it looks.
“Where have you been?,” is always the next logical question.
But if we’re being rational, you might better ask, “when?”
“When have I been spending my time?”
“Why I’ve been searching the timelines, every now and then.
“Looking for… Some… thing, I guess, I can’t even define.”
“Are you well?,” they inquire with all good intent.
“I am coping,” I respond; of this much I am certain.
“Coping?… Just coping? Is that the best you can say?”
“Coping…. Yes, coping. I think that’s enough for today.”
Were you expecting some wisdom? Some enlightenment? Some hope?
Of those I have little, so it’s best just to “cope.“
Too many voices screaming in outrage…
Too many hearts bleeding in pain…
Too many slaves trying to escape all at once…
Too many Masters clamping down in response!
The world is trembling and tilting too much
Routine is my goal despite wrenching my guts!
Do you suppose there is some sort of cosmic Dramamine?
To help ease this motion sickness of universal unraveling…
Not that I’ve found yet, and I’ve been every-when
Searching for… some…. thing beyond my limited perception.
For Truth? Or escape? More likely Relief…
Something to ease this perpetual grief.
But, alas, it eludes me, this means to end suffering.
And my Master is calling my name once again.
Best get up and go while the going is still possible
Let delusion be my guide in this sea of impass-ibles.
“See you later,” I toss over my shoulder when leaving.
“Or not…,” I whisper to myself, expecting nothing
“You’re alive?!,” echoes softly as the silence creeps in
“Am I really?,” I have to ask my Self once again.
“Is this reality…? This existence… all that there is?
Or is Life itself just a ghost in a mirror?
the otherhood of one 