I Decided To Consider It Art, and Continue

By Richard MacNeill

go into it

you have a responsibility

you have no responsibility 

to civilization

which chokes you

with its simulated parody

and enterprising poison is 

its blood and food

you are the dancing way

return

you need not be what you

never were

you need be only

the imagination

living in true

harmony

the earth kills 

her heroes

as does society

return to the realm

where you belong

a rare mind sees

what is beyond

to be real is rare

and for the sake of everything

remember

rare is real

I am not the form

I am the water

for if it is not art, and there is no point, it would be too easy to begin the long draining of giving away one’s purpose, prowess, parenthood, and slipping into the death of none. I would never do this to my children. I love them and I always knew I would meet them and we would be happy. The pain and anger and disappointment at what has become of my place among a species not my own, the ill-tempered impatient monster I have the subconscious ability to be, has not let me redress my self in other realms. I must seek myself in this one while I visit the home of righteous belonging. 

By Richard MacNeill