Good Orderly

This slice of life I am weaving through,

Is all consuming and has me confused.

There’s no retracing every step,

There’s no beginning over again. There’s only one moment’s mistake after the last one.

Each breath is in trepidation,

Each heartbeat is precarious.

If one thinks there is any safety,

One is deluded.

Yet…

We all pretend,

We all proceed,

We all act as if ,

We know.

We don’t.

Drop the pretense,

Drop the face,

Drop the assumptions that we know.

Let go.

Let go.

There is no god.

Let go and let go.

Jkf 7/9/13