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sometimes i hate to know you and I... sometimes...

not just us - but how we can and DO hate, existentially

embodiments of visceral, souly injured society.. but sometimes...

sometimes i am reminded that i love and can be loved, too.

i find impressions left by individuality imposed, mummified and entombed

graves dug in excess preemptively where the Mother is gouged

because i know there's so much more than being burnt out.

more than nothing, more than less, more than naught

more than just a fight for a taste of empathy in a drought

sometimes i only feel the heartlessness in being estranged from hope

the ease with which we wallow in shallow pools of fear can become the only comfort shared and known

if that is all you see in my wake, then i'm more than sorry

i am not at a loss for the nuclear options and bombs i've dropped

or for the foresight of what is and deserving to be willfully released

i don't have to like you to LOVE you, and it's so RECIPROcool with me.