May 12, 2020

Unreasonable Expectations

Mine are.
They're overblown, fantastical, inflated, false.
They're untethered, groundless, rootless, bare.
They're hungry, with no language to name the
hunger, let alone satiate it. They know not No.

They know no boundaries, thus no decency.
They know no limits, thus no joy.
They're free, in the coarsest sense of the term.
They are terminally free, roving, degraded
and degrading, consuming and consuming

and consuming. They will not be governed,
not even by themselves. They cannot make
music, as music requires some modicum of
restraint, some momentary holding back,
some semblance of discipline and dignity.

This will not do. This is an untenable state
of affairs. It cannot go on. This does not
make for Life, but death only, and sooner
rather than later. What did we expect?
Too much.