Breaking news stands too close,
smears images across my eyes,
melts the familiarity of my symbols,
sadistically leads me
to half-truths in silence.
I am only given
dark shaded alarming crayons
from news reporters to work with.
Soon the repetition sets in
as the loops
of unanswered questions begin.
Details flood with impact inside me.
I have emotions that I numb
and questions still go unanswered.
It is all getting bigger
than it was to start
and it was very surreal from then.
There are taunting movie-like images
but with the wrong audio splices.
I keep slipping out of time
with no satisfactory reference for it.
The people are familiar
but . . . no, no way!
"There is always a body count
or a disaster frame of reference.
Why?"
All those lives, humans or animals,
perished and gone.
Where inside me do I go with this?
Conversation will eventually happen
as if we were being pressed together
and it is right then,
that it comes pouring out of us.
Simultaneous parts of me,
are incredulous yet racing ahead
to comprehend.
Everything viewed is a flat affect.
Yet the hands of my brain,
through my inner eyes,
are bound together.
There is no voice inside of me
that comes racing back to me
and makes it right
for what I am sensing.
Humans hurt
and hurt each other, so easily.
Each person is on their own
and reaching out with awareness.
Find for me that place within me
that could act like this
so that I can come to comprehend.
Find for me that place within me
that dies these deaths
so that I can live into their strengths.
Find for me that place within me
that places me in sacred audience
so that I can be released
into action for this cause.
Find for me that place within me
where I can take resolve
so that my life does not contribute
further to these conflicts and causes.
Find for me that place within me
where I have compassion
for all beings,
from what I have now received,
as this breaking news . . .
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