A Poem of Sorts
A Poem of Sorts The cataclysmic shift of consciousness humanity is currently under going is a gift and a curse that never stops giving, the changes come as aftershocks of an earthquake, small ones at first, then piecing insights, almost as if the future is burned inside our eyes, tattooed on our souls, revealing, not only the horrors of society but our own shortcomings as human beings. Are current events unfolding a mirror of hidden desires or a violent shifting of minds and goals as plate tectonics rip open long dead ideals that once seemed solid ground but now only quicksand as fissures open up beneath our feet and our sins, vine like, wrap around bare ankles, threatening to pull us down into the seething cesspool's mire of shallow minds parroting the lies we once believed, and so believed we were ... whole