Where Is My Wholeness

       Where is Wholeness

            

 

Shattered into scattered pieces; and, bit by bit, taken away for granted.

                                                    As discarded utility wires, on public poles for display.

For sale, mark discounted thrift shakedown, takedown:

                                                    Garments reeks and stains where the only results remain.

 The same until redemption states its claim:

                                                     Sure, existential everyone, but no one to blame.

Footstep, in the prints before you numb but strong;

                                                  Blind obvious, abandonment in the den of wolves  

Alone the nearby wasteland of many fears.

                                                      Bound and lynch with an animal discarded umbilical cord around the throat.

Jag, choking without a pang dream of hope.

                                                      That care is to divide those parallel chromosomes.

A battle with the winds shivering to cope.  

                                                   The only fire beneath the feet blister to look up;

There is a kite's vigil, paying homage in flight.

                                                      Literally. off-string instruments now feel like a Paganini;

Violins in the background, tweets songbirds.

                                                      Sounds of what you thought you heard:

Chariots of wheels rolling asking where wholeness is.

                                                       Is there a place it’s being found?

Won’t be sold by anything this wicked world has done.