The dilemma before me is intense.
What is the space between the grains?
Raisin in the rice?
“Advice”! Roll up your sleeves, blend what is.
Seldom the agony before me slaps me awake!
Can’t see the woods for the trees.
Wrapped up in surviving one day at a time.
But the real world is shouting in my ear!
Futility, poverty is everywhere!
Nature’s way?
survival of fittest, harsh effective
but unexpectable, the bleeding hearts and I wring hands.
The addict who lives within us all claims the victims one by one.
Beyond the pale!
Wash hands?
Keep out of sight, seems to be the rule of late
