Common Suffering (poem)
Contrary to popular opinion and the proclamations of fairy tales, people are generally a nuisance. They pivot between the indefinite and empty promises to search, all the while helpless as legless spiders to move beyond the petty discomforts or blink childish & unflattering eyes. Try not to break anything or make a mess dodging out of their lives and their dreariness. Study the habits and schedules of birds. Let the skin that covers your own bones be an enclosed space, where mercy, where any jewel of language ordinarily befouled by the jaws & teeth of worshipers of that treacherous faith...is excavated from the indefinite abyss; where grace returns to the nerves of perception and vision oscillates to purpose. ****