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Thursday, March 28, 2013

familiarity * 3/28/13


Familiarity is a isolationist’s prison.
We, each separately, are its prisoners,
captive in the irons of our expectations,
dressed down is our repetitious behavior.
We are the self-consciousness
as our own wardens,
as we leave endless trails
of our own admissible evidence.
We, the silence
of unceasing self incrimination,
are the bad habits of crime dogs,
caged but none the wiser.
We are the doers of deeds
that are the action-masks
of a deeper guilt.
We, internally, are always on trial.
We are easily the recitations
of never ending injustices.
We are the strategists
for self-inflicted punishment,   
yet always feeling guarded. 
We are presumptively preoccupied
with premise and position,  
and with no freedom of the heart.
Alertness appeals
to our energy reserves,
to be supportive to the cause,
while stress basically steals whenever
and all that it subversively can.
Our morality is a barbed wired
mother figure closely watching.
She is made to be placative, 
yet paradoxically bound up.
We are all within the fall shadows
of original sin.
Our suffering is a storyable effort
at the relevance of consequences.
The retentive mind is a snitch.
Only the irrationally justified    
mischievously beg for forgiveness.
All our meals,    
no matter how lavish, 
can eventually be
familiarity's slop on the tray.
Choice is a thought filled sting operation.
Repetition is the imprisonment,
practiced into unconsciousness. 
Personal rebellion is an afterthought,
once the cuffs of consensual contexts
are already on.
Personality is as familiarity’s defense.
It is a posterized composite
of compromise seeking acknowledgment.
Selfish and selfless
are in the same prison yard.
The Tao of familiarity
would be time spent in solitary,
candidly introspective.
Self, as the parole board,     
is falsely contentious.
Headlines and verdicts live on
as whisperings in the mind.
All that is permission
lives to satisfy accusation.
Familiarity is the evidence storage room,
yet there is free admittance.
Even the now, this very now,   
is only seen
as an unexcused accomplice . . .


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