Chapter 2: The Shared Sustenance

Chapter 2: The Shared Sustenance

It is the human condition...

It morphs constantly to lure
our perspective towards its focus.

It flies into the eyes of starving children.
It is the wheelchair that carts around chronic pain.
It is the grip of loneliness, the hours of anxiety,
the noose of suicide.

The current upper class version of it
is called depression.

We label what we don't understand
in an effort to control it
and make it our own.
But we have no ownership rights
over our own condition.

It owns us, clinging like a dense fog
over our molecules, atoms, genes, DNA,
particles, energy, and life force.

We name it:
Bad – Negative – Dark – Wrong – Evil – Doom & Gloom.

It is still in charge
and can descend at any hour.

It's opposite is what allows us
to fully experience its depth.

It is the veil that shrouds the light.
It is the transparency that cloaks our fright.
It is part of the temporary, the grand illusion,
the changeling, the Houdini.
It is the paramount of the not real
because it feels and functions
as the most real thing we experience.

It is the human condition...