Yes, there is anger
as if contextually bound
by its fullness to a now,
as a conundrum
of compelling disbelief
yet acted upon
and acted out.
Is there something more
than just frustration behind it?
Is the sense of frustration,
the first internal self-bloodhound
to signal something
disturbing from within?
Is frustration really a pre-process
that wants answers
without really unfolding
the vastness of the internal terrain?
Is frustration really just
an exclamation for the benefit
of expectation’s resolve
and nothing more?
How appearance-loaded is life
and backstage mum is living?
Pealing back the layers
by repetitious attention
is to discover more charge
then cause,
more inward buzz
then outward circumstance.
Is this an imbalance
of the human predicament?
Is this a circumstance
where ‘reality’ truth
overwhelms ‘energetic’ truth
by substantiation,
rational construction,
the reach for conclusion’s positions,
as if safety were at hand
or knowing that you are loved
were one of the consensus
conclusions needed
to quell the storm from within?
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