 | James Callahan Jan 20 | Why should it be different,
why better,
or more meaningful,
simply because we become
more intentional,
and more committed
to not waste all that denotation
hidden beneath
the surface of everyday;
what if this is all there is
and nothing is hidden
from us,
no hermeneutic is needed,
and it's in the hurriedness
of running here
and there,
dazed and confused,
throwing love at instinct,
riding wave after wave
of sensation,
of fleeting moments
which elude intentionality
and simply won't be
controlled by human will,
for they are racing on
with a determined constancy
and unable to slow
for voyeurism,
only to be remembered
by a trace
of breeze as they pass
uncaring and deliberate
with face set like a flint
toward the horizon
of a pointless distance,
and here we are
trying to hitch our wagons
to the shooting star
of inevitability
and be drawn into
something more important
than what we must have
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