blue tinged musing

as i try to not to shed a tear for myself,

i became mute, deaf and blind.

how is it an idea becomes

so much larger in its absence?

often one hears about the sum of the parts being larger

but we seldom express the parts being larger

once the sum have been broken

into pieces, unequal,

no longer compatible.

if one were to say that there are no reason

to be crushed by the daily churn,

then i assume that one lives

with heart of plastic.

recycle, reuse, reduce-

it is a noble idea for the planet,

however not ideal for living, breathing being.

life is messy and warm,

bloody and inconvenient.

the elation of life is not free,

never it has been freely given to one

without reason or cost.

while gliding through lucidity,

it is difficult to remember

that there will be times

to fall with all acceleration

from the very height that made it

all possible.