Everybody has a story
that extends well beyond
their micro presentations,
on any given day.
We wear faces
foreign to the one’s
found in our dreams, but
we do it to survive.
Even in those mere moments
we spend far too long dwelling
on the parts of someone
that align with wicked depictions
of how we think it’s supposed to be.
The pages are frayed
after centuries worth of writing,
our stories differ
from the cities
to suburbs
and out past the junkyards.
At times, our past experiences lend
us to hold generalizations
as evidence for one's
lack of qualification
and
to be frank
it’s about the misappropriation of respect,
on every level.
We all have a past
that is more or less noble,
we’ve crippled to the pits
of indecision and faith lost,
but the good thing about faith,
is that it fairs well against the odds,
so it will always be restored.
There must be things to love,
to care for and
believe in,
a drive of passion.
Some find it in art, music, business,
while others find it in animals, nature,
or researching the various
dimensions of this planet,
and what’s beyond it.
We share a common condition,
that features
a humanitarian gift
coupled with a worldly desire
to feed capitalistic
intentions,
for possession
or even power,
it has not a name
or a remedy,
but I like to say,
once you zoom out of a person’s
micro through his
macro you get a lot closer
it is there that we tame the conditions
of our agreement here on this earth.
Dom S. Flagg 2016