Harangue

I walk in the shadow I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope Which in turn is propped up without foundation Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck Collateral damage feeds my reservation I shore up tomorrow with what I see today Without conspiracy or investigation I place trust in all that’s completely unfettered For fear, I’m left to this present resignation I shore up my life with whatever came before Not hindsight or academic education The oblivion traversed until I was born Strings along primal echoes of information I shore up my conscious with bliss and ignorance Interspersed with indifference on occasion It’s not I don’t care about suffering and death Rather, I’m desensitised by their pervasion I shore up my denial with an open mind Which is nothing except raw interpretation This planet spins correctly, even though tilted Not by wishful thinking, but strange gravitation I shore up my boredom, trying to fall asleep When really tired, will attempt hibernation Anything to forget this human condition After remembering, I’m long past salvation I shore up my heaven, by creating a hell Balance looks more appealing, in an equation Gaze upon purgatory, and share what I see Not because I’m kind, it’s more my destination I shore up my poem by claiming it’s my own But in truth, it’s an open collaboration I conspire with the musings of all that’s unclear They dwell inside me, in flawless aberration - - - - - - - Horrid little raindrops Hopping upon the ground Hosing down my windows Hoarding inside the clouds Hanging around my head Holding my spirit down Haul your ass off elsewhere