(Poetic Rant) Edges...

‘From my deep well of loneliness
I will pray for you
Because I can tell you’re good.’
(from Barbarella)

Edges play a greater role in
life than most would notice
every event has two edges
(leading and trailing) but only
one level

Edges are the points of transition
They bind perception: the edges
of a table, of a wall, of a moment

Respect is not so common
as it should be
So much is taken for granted
that only the blatantly excellent
or poor is notices

Value is measured in dollars,
and values follow suit
Greed is good and truth is
optional

Everything now is programmed:
response, television, thought
The cliche’ of nothing being new
is being made truth

Newness cannot be accounted for
and innovation creates new variables
Stability exists only in a state
of stagnation

The comforts of home are
only comfortable so long as
you can count on them remaining
the same in your absence

Life is not funny, ever
Laughter now, instead of
being prompted by novelty is
evoked by the bringing up
of things that disturb our
comfort level and are then
validated (made ok)

Nothing is new, any frontier
is immediately either found out
or destroyed

Or,

Worse than destruction
it is made homogeneous
to/with everything else

That which is alien/different
must either be forced into
the world or pushed outside

The world, as small as it is
becoming, will never be so
small as to disallow space
to push those things which
make us uncomfortable
somewhere else

Evolution’s prior purpose of
finding a niche and filling it
has changed
Now, the niches
have been preassigned
fill it or die

The news is no longer a source
for information, but is instead
a forum for the presentation
of shock
(Could that really happen.
Yes it could.
Yes it does.)