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Irresponsible Monuments

"Through the Looking Glass"

By Indigo RozePublished 4 years ago 4 min read
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Irresponsible Monuments
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Thoughts have their own minds sometimes

But I guess a rabbit hole only works if it’s not a dead end

If you close your eyes just right

You can connect the top of your head to your toes

By just feeling them

Sometimes if I open my eyes just wide enough

I can feel

Sometimes, it feels so real

It amazes me

Everything you experience is just data in your mind

And if you think about it just right,

You won’t sleep at night

Sensation is just the mind’s media to paint a picture

The body can understand

Us swimming in our own agony to convince ourselves we’re breathing

But, tell me, do you understand lemon?

All that bright bite and laughter like exploding bubbles and sharp diamonds

Do you understand soft?

All love and belonging like peaceful drowning and tint of indigo warm whisper

Do you understand primary red?

All crisp and potent like spicy yet tame,

Like first and firm square,

Like frustration of never knowing how you were made

Sometimes, our struggling is the reason we live

Sometimes, our struggling is just a front for

The fear of the risk posed by knowing

You can’t sense a soul

Did you know you can’t sense a soul?

As badly as it seems to beg to be recognized

Perception is really too subjective to tell what a soul is

No matter how wildly we try to agree

It’s all in our heads

What if we’re all pattern and programming?

What if it's all pretense?

What if--

What if we just live ?

What if we forgive and all fight fight for the good ?

What if we love rebelliously

And we don’t stop until the homeless come home

Until the hungry have eaten

Until the walls have fallen

Until the wars are all of us against the darkness ?

Don’t blame Adam and Eve

We all fell

Needy and selfishly

Can’t you see the beauty of weeds

The ego of the sun

Don’t you understand me?

Wasn’t the picture painted clearly enough that the

Vastness of ocean blue is entirely incomprehensible to you?

Don’t you feel loved?

By the trees ?

And the wind

And the seas

And the peace

And the bees

And the stars ?

And the wonderful things we create ?

And

A caring nation state ?

And

The children playing their music in the back of the car

Oblivious

To the death we’ve brought upon them ?

Polluted seas

Disappearing bees

Deforested trees

Dying coral reefs

Drying glaciers

Dying endangered species

Bullet casings

Poverty

People in power governed by money

I wonder what you believe it means

Are you aware now of your mortality?

Do you feel loved?

And what will break your heart when you realize is

We alone are the reason we flourished

And we alone are the reason we fell

If you are stranded or have misguided yourself in the wilderness

You may consider a dug well

You will begin with a stick breaking into the surface

Breaking ground

Eventually you resort to using your hands remove the dirt

You will need to keep digging to survive

If you are in the dark alone and have no guide

You may consider finding a light

You will begin with a single step and sink into the blackness

Of the enclosed room

Accept it but only for a moment

You will reach deep

Remove the obstacles

Reach the ocean

You will need to keep digging to survive

If you find yourself in a gray world misguided

You may consider hope

It isn’t visible on the surface but you sense some source of a solution

You will need to keep digging to survive

If you open your eyes just right

You can connect the sun in soft indigo sky

To the molten core of the Earth

If I close my eyes just tight enough

I can start digging

Do you ever wonder how Alice found herself

After such a hard fall?

She saw a world in her books

That was only fantasy in her world and she chased a dream down a rabbit hole

She was Lt. Marina A Hierl and Justice Sonia Sotamayor and model Indya Moore

She was us and lost

We’re in the dark

We are stranded

So dig

Dig deep, dig far

Fall in

And find yourself the source of everything you know

You have courage, intellect, creativity, determination

Keep digging

There is the mess and there is the beauty

Keep digging

There is the loss and there is the darkness

Keep digging

You are an ocean

You are the midnight stars

You are a flicker of hope

Be a fire

People have their own thoughts sometimes

But survival only works if they’re not a dead end

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