Entanglement
Compassion-folk are nice,
Except they dawdle
(Like I dissipate
My scarce resource
Of time and cash
On all the ops
Which come into my
View
As days go by).They can’t perform,
Except the pain of time
Constricting tight
With unrelenting squeeze
Enforces action;
Moves beyond
Intent
Into the pain.For action,
Any action to these folks
Is pain to them –
They’d much prefer
To sleep,
And laze their days
In soft
And dreamy comfort
Of the day;Until, of course
Imperatives of life
Assail their sleepy world,
Confronting them
With strong
Reminders
Of their state –That essays now are due,
Or cash if it’s to come
Must find exchange –
For what, they do not know,
So cast about
They do until
They find some
Sugar daddy
In the sky
Who’ll bail
Them out.Sad day it is –
And never do they seem to learn
(Like me with all my
Dissipated days,
Fragmented ’till their
Parts are cut
Too fine
For any
Task).Sad day it is –
Until they grasp
With firmness
(Like I did)
The good news
That they never need
To move, or act,
Or surge into the breach,
If they will
Just this
Simple fact
Accept –That they are part
(Though just one part),
Of something
Like themselves –A body –
Not their own,
But Christ’s
For He’s the head,
And they,
Like heart within
Their own pulsating self,
No action takes –
But rides along
As others carry out
Their many tasks –And yet a role fulfills
As art,
And song,
And love,
Smooth out
The days
And weary nights
’Till summer comes.But no –
That calls for us –
(Those trapped within the soft
Or I in my response),
To move beyond the self
As entity
Alone –Submitting self
Back to that
Tough reality
Of life and love,
Not solo
But as one.And if that life’s to work,
The allergy must go –
Dissolved by change of flow
From in to out.But that would cost too much –
So they remain entrapped
In softness,
Warmth,
And comfort
Of their beds.
And I –
Remain entrapped within
My dissipated life
Of endless acts.navigation