War

  

The war raged a life time, blood and brains dashed to the ground only to be resurrected repeatedly like an ungrateful Lazarus or an unrepentant Prometheus caught in an eternal circle.

One side fought for the good of progress, bravery, cleverness and right action. This side delivered the goods, made the world go round and fed the hungry, sheltered the vulnerable from the elements by sheer will to control.

The other side ceded control, refused to fight and surrendered before the battle began. This side stomped itself invisible, passive and weakly withdrawn, drawn to a light no one could see, a lost vision never achieved, destination never reached.

While one side won the battle, the other won the war. While one side walked in the light, the other created it. However, neither side rested in confidence nor in peace, both sides claiming no victory in vanquishing the other.

In Our Againstness

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It is easy to be anti.

Sew any position,

idea,

suggestion,

politics,

plan,

stance,

ideology,

life-choice,

selection,

belief,

imagination,

project,

offering,

words,

lifestyle,

body,

work,

design,

opinion,

promise,

intuition,

product,

opportunity,

advice,

action,

money,

art,

sensibility,

interest,

heart,

and/or decision;

then find the furthest pole—

the apogee to the perigee,

south to north–

and clothe yourself in it,

wear it like a challenge

and fight, live and die for the right to be it–

cloaked in against-ness.

Far easier than crafting a conscious cushion,

considerately embroidered,

seated somewhere in between,

not necessarily half-way

but somewhere along the imaginary stitching

that traces the path from me to you.

Not compromise but creation.