Fraught.
the would of it,
resonates with ugly familiarity.
9 of 10 report feeling fraught, at sometime
in the past 24 hours, 7 days and 12 months.
plausible deniability was,
in deed, denied.
in the wee of early darkness,
when the terms are confused,
for the day is newly aborning,
but deep tuxedo dark dominates,
the only color afforded us,
nothing is clear except for the
perfect unitary of this singularity,
my eyes weep for the blind,
my heart pounds for the unbeloved,
body unsteady, brain fevered and fervent,
my cri is strong, wild, irreverent- silent!
where is the God of Love?
why is He so stingy?
hear laughing far away and in my ear,
confused by lacking understanding,
until
fall back on my back, floating prone,
the answer is in the quietude of your
surround sound theater you inhabit,
silly person! open, lift your eyelids,
let the light emanate from your in~environment,
what you seek is what in your possess,
need not struggle tremble or guess,
you still steady breathe, in and ex hail,
you and I are everywhere in the tiniest
molecule of life, in every thought dispossessed
here! here! in every tiny lettered nodule of oxygen,
is love. and you in finite wisdom, have shared it.
you are, you be, the one in 10.
5:25am Fri April 10
lying prone, to ground bound,
still & electrified, parched & parsed,
asking how clarity illuminates,
says the son who did not know to ask,
comforted by his father’s rough beard;
from where he learns,
sometimes, asking,
is all the knowledge
that is
required
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC
Fraught.
the would of it,
resonates with ugly familiarity.
9 of 10 report feeling fraught, at sometime
in the past 24 hours, 7 days and 12 months.
plausible deniability was,
in deed, denied.
in the wee of early darkness,
when the terms are confused,
for the day is newly aborning,
but deep tuxedo dark dominates,
the only color afforded us,
nothing is clear except for the
perfect unitary of this singularity,
my eyes weep for the blind,
my heart pounds for the unbeloved,
body unsteady, brain fevered and fervent,
my cri is strong, wild, irreverent- silent!
where is the God of Love?
why is He so stingy?
hear laughing far away and in my ear,
confused by lacking understanding,
until
fall back on my back, floating prone,
the answer is in the quietude of your
surround sound theater you inhabit,
silly person! open, lift your eyelids,
let the light emanate from your in~environment,
what you seek is what in your possess,
need not struggle tremble or guess,
you still steady breathe, in and ex hail,
you and I are everywhere in the tiniest
molecule of life, in every thought dispossessed
here! here! in every tiny lettered nodule of oxygen,
is love. and you in finite wisdom, have shared it.
you are, you be, the one in 10.
5:25am Fri April 10
lying prone, to ground bound,
still & electrified, parched & parsed,
asking how clarity illuminates,
says the son who did not know to ask,
comforted by his father’s rough beard;
from where he learns,
sometimes, asking,
is all the knowledge
that is
required
The "son who does not know how to ask" is the fourth of the four sons at the Passover Seder. Unlike the others, he is disengaged, naive, or lacks the tools to initiate dialogue. The Haggadah instructs that for this son, you must open the conversation for him (Pesach), taking the initiative to spark curiosity.
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