“A
dream in Progress”
Does
failure always spark a renaissance?
Does
hunger always front the ravenous road?
Do we
only rise as high as the things we are told we cannot do?
Or is
it all a case of fate or happenstance?
Perhaps,
it is that only one thing matters at all
Inside
us is this insatiable beast
Our wants,
our needs, our never-do-well
The idea
that we are better than us
And success
is the key to our sense of loss
We can
barrel it  all up
And the
dogs loose
Not give
a damn or care about everything
Things
are solid
Or everything
shifts
We can
be stuck in that barrel
Or open
everything up
Yet
Our dreams
never die
Always
aching for that something more
New palaver
for the store
What
will we do with these things?
We always
fall short
We cannot
afford to give up
We are
pilgrims in process
Sick
beds and open heart transplants
Changing
in the midst of the storm
Finding
ourselves at the moment of our deaths
Joined
to live and joined to die
In process
In process
In process
With
an end
What
we must never fear is the idea of regret
The things
that have a taste of sting but not the sting itself
We are
unhinged creatures learning to fly again
We are
in process, process, and process
Never
to fear the idea of regress
We are
God’s dream
In progress.