Do we live in a
savage world?
Most times it feels like
we do but
I don’t think it's true —
the world is simply
indifferent
to our feelings
and this fact
stings
like cruelty
but indifference
is not the same as
savagery.

The wide open
cosmos
simply does not
(or will not)
care
about any of our
feelings
and thus cannot
act
with intent to protect
or harm —
it is plainly and coldly
unperturbed
by our aching
condition.

But
if we can make ourselves
aware
of this stifling fact,
a tiny crack opens
to a rush of fresh air
to a clear breathing choice —
either we respond
to this tower of
indifference
with cynicism and
self-pity
or we tilt our
head upwards
fixing our gaze upon
the blank face
of this unfeeling void
and open our hearts to it
all the fucking
same.

This act of
sheer defiance
of insurrectional
optimism
of insubordinate
love —
this may be the greatest
act of strength
and beauty
of generosity
and grace
that we
poor dizzy primates
can ever hope to
perform.

Nobody Reads Poetry

Avoiding the Void