among
we are sad among ourselves
as say a heat runs through discolouring crystals
and the power and the beauty of the lattice
dissolves
we are sad among ourselves
for we see our failures in remaining beads of liquid
irreversible unshapely chaos unresolved from structures
strengths
we are sad among ourselves
because the magnificent potential within us
seems unfulfilled like our dissolving substance
so when the hand of failure thumps your back
or the sly arm of consolation eases around your shoulder
how do you respond
the accretion of wisdom is a journey
and that journey may start
in a woodland in a season whose
wet deployed beads of rain remain as beads of liquid
hanging on that leafed reflection of paradise
and if we pan out we see the intricate structure of the leaf
as it becomes the magnificent complex of tree
as they become the wondrous woods on a small entity
somewhere in a mystically formed universe
and we should know
if we don't already
that the minute drops of rain feed
the verity of the trees to which we may be likened
and that in turn enables our full biosis
with the entities around us
for success and failure both
are the gearing forces of the changing universal whole
and stranger still to know
that all efforts must be our best
for though we may see ourselves as less than puny
its suprising how little force may change consequence
for better or for worse
is no more than just a binary result
and does not in itself make tears or joy