the undying

what does not you say, and i nod grimly, spirit, soul you scoff since you are a non believer as if that changes reality, which both you and i agree exist in the mind, even if reality exist it stays neutral. not angry, not grateful, that gray broad horizon that stretches forth like the sky - seemingly infinite at times perplexing for much of life is nuances, not what is cookie cutter like what mom likes because it is easy to tend to kids who nod grimly - mom is always right. and that is when the grim loses flavor, when newbies turn to darkish green, then sprout their own flowers, fruits not to be taken for lame ducks squabbling about the weather, it is always the weather these days. everything else is radioactive. cool flavor, like emotions suppressed, like souls locked up, then the slight shift in the wind, the cracks appear. you did not want to hear that did you? no, the eternal blue sky forever welcoming: just like what mom used to say and even moms go. it's just us now, no one else, that's where the tension is, we're looking for answers, there is none, the undying comes up: it's what has been blocked up, shut off, stifled. because the playing field was never level, it's always been biased with one winner, guess who sits at the summit? religion is damned, the cause of wars you say, take it away and then what? peace? it's naive, simplistic, nonsensical for again your shadow cast itself large in a valley of light, your prostrate body an act of humility - you know you look better this way. wars will go on ... ... let's attack science and myth next, another scapegoat but never the shadow alive in the valley, reflecting your breath! judge not, you say - i am no god and plead to a new set of worshippers looking for an anchor: i am no god. it works without impediments to stand in the way, i suppose that makes you all powerful since that is what it means: i like it, i truly do. a stone falls, i never heard the sound of something hitting ground when like was a float. a float - an undying spirit bargains not with when gold and silver have lost their luster. what else is there to trade? to bargain when float is gone, a verdict and the pages of life shifted through that moment was eternal.