the vision paradox

and when life the glorious
was running all around
stained into blood and vision
hot and endless and frightening
I have no idea
what I was, what I saw
how close I am to realizing
what here can be attained
what now can be
these vague hopes
are loud and jarring
and I am never ready
for life itself
until its time to go

on war and peace

abridged, @LeoTolstoy
1225 pages, what were you thinking?
its American influences
the semistructures of guilt
the cookie cutter houses
the megamalls, the grocery chains
that dreamed up a certain blase
dignity of labor
commons of existence
and yet, somehow
with their autistic reps
produced so many artists
craving uniqueness, authenticity