Waves of Continuity

Waves of Continuity





Waves of continuity roll forward, approaching,
lapping at our feet like subservient dogs.
We scatter and scurry along a glassy beach,
shards slashing into all forms of humanity,
all races and ages.

Like mice, or better ants rather in a desecrated colony,
we swerve.
We dodge as that giant piece of "bread" finally falls from the sky.
Here there are no givers and here there are no "taketh-awayers."
All that is here is a collapsing structure.

We watch, wanting to glance back at the waves.
Some are stuck gazing at the sheep who only gaze back,
wicked little grins and insane eyes chomping down
on that "bread" as if it were the last of the loaf.

Others manage to break and glance back
to the waves rolling forth,
some higher, some lower,
promising in time to be crested once again
for the many are that subservient dog.

Ignoring the "feeding" and shutting out the snarls and cries of humanity
we watch the waves as if in a trance or stoned out of our minds.
Sometimes we wonder just how far down the waters can go before hitting rock bottom
and how far up they can come before blinding us in the glory of our sun.

Waves of continuity.
Waves roll forward in their approach.
Waves take one too far up or too far down.
All we can do is go with the flow.
Better to not be a cannibal of society.

--msl2020