My hand hesitates not because my mind is blank,
but rather that it flees each thought from fear,
the fear of consequences, of being too trite
or too self revelatory.
A man asked his motherly wife
why his friend had jumped from the roof like an angel falling.
The bearded lady sighed at just another suicide,
just another person with too many options.
The opposite of commitment is paralysis not freedom.
The issue before us here is the meaning of self-destruction,
yet we only seem to care when the effect
is an unambiguous line between here and not here.
The issue before us is the purpose of choice.
If you’re not part of the solution
you will never be able to realize the state of the problem.
The big questions remain unanswered,
like the theory of everything which still explains nothing.
If matter is only denser energy, what is the truth behind E=Mc2?
We must concentrate energy to make something matter.
Or just accept that matter really doesn’t matter anyhow.
Dark energy is neither the details nor the devil.
All life emerges from a single dark hole.
And like the man who flew from the roof,
we all end up the same somewhere deep in the dark.
The absence of light.
The absence of breath.
The absence of life.
Praise God almighty,
free at last.
*Published in Poemas ante el Catafalco: Grief and Renewal (Chimbarazu Press)