"Heavy Wasting"


                    How truly I despise the heavy, wasting
                    Lethargy that had entombed my soul in
                    Life's stagnant morass, the bleak and bilious
                    Sludge waters of depressive thought. Yet this
                    Common, painful, aspect of life devouring
                    Us, molding us, choking us, is but one
                    Of many stabs and ****** assailing us
                    Maiming us, killing us. The uncountable
                    Steps of all humanity have been amid
                    An indifferent universe, forming
                    And shaping with pleasures and ills. We are
                    Part of the whole, not its center, and the
                    Depths and heights we reach are our own. Unique
                    Individual, unfavoured, free, we
                    Are cast into life a seed, a potential
                    Of being, a glimmer in the eye of
                    What passes for god. We inspire the
                    Eternal infinite variety
                    Moment by moment, unending, and we
                    Become enmeshed in what we have perceived
                    How we have perceived it. Flowing, growing
                    We are grains of sand, beautiful, lovely,
                    Temporary, grains of sand on a billion
                    Worlds. Or, we may be tortured souls, wandering
                    Among countless vile beings defiling
                    Us at every turn. Often, much, much, much
                    More often than we know, the choice is ours.