It's ok...

It'll be... alright.

Flicker out, fading light

Dawn approaching; dying night

Apparitions here; deathly sight

Soldiers gone; pale as white

Nazi games; Jewish plight

Fuck around; firefight

Red hot flame; hose delight

Dancing dames; fuck on-sight

Vietnam; nations' fright

Took too long; apolog-ite

I'm sorry; that's just not right

Absurdist dreams; reality bites

Comedy's dead; still, keep it light...

It's ok; It'll be... alright

Mirror mirror

On the wall:

Who am I

Most of all?

Reflection gazed

Right back at me:

Who can I

Really be?

First shown Max

My soul was split:

How did the mirror

See that bit?

He was a friend

A buddy, a pal.

He had high spirits;

A keen morale.

Then was Kristen:

A funny girl.

She was a dancer;

Taught me to twirl.

When I saw Danny,

My heart was torn.

He reminded me

Of his mom reborn.

Emma brought

Her smiling face;

Demonstrating

Her quiet grace.

Then, Matt and Jane,

And, Evan and Quinn.

I don't know where

They end and I begin.

Mirror mirror

On the wall:

Who am I?

I am them all.

Forged in cold.

The subzero temperatures

Break apart the fabricated lattice.

Intially Counterintuitive,

But the chemistry reveals

A nanoscopic anomaly.

Most metals freeze

At lower temperatures;

Not Adam.

It shatters and fragments,

Creating fractures

Like a muscle.

Adding heat allows

For the bonds

To reform a solid matrix.

Once splintered by cold,

Adam coalesces

In everyday warmth.

Love is all around;

permeates our atmosphere

without disturbing

the currents.

Like a holy spirit,

An element of the Dao,

Or the winds of Karma

Love is all around.

How we choose

To interact with Kindess

Is the ultimate

Ponderance.

From Dogen to Rumi,

Our answers fall short.

Yet there is beauty in

How we choose.

Maybe one day,

The gods will

Speak directly to

Our brothers and sisters.

Love will find us,

Choose us,

And tell us:

"Maybe one day."

Let today be that day.

Because love is all around us

And we have a choice

In divine interaction

What can I do

And what's been done?

Embrace the monotony

Or employ some fun?

Do what I'm told

Or define my own role?

I could do both,

But I'd be digging a hole.

Caving in two directions,

My colleagues see.

Not who I am.

No: a split personality

"You cannot have both."

"You're trying too hard."

"Pick a lane!"

"You'll never get far."

They don't say;

It's all in the show

They act like they

Don't want me to grow.

I posit to you:

What should I do?

Believe that others are valid and right

Or forge my own path this unholy night?