Free Verse
I hit a deer tonight
on the way home from work,
the mist was thick,
billowing over
the dark and
narrow road,
and I saw its face,
as it saw mine,
it tried to go right,
but the stone wall
was too high,
fuck it was small,
so small…
its movements
were oddly graceful,
as it veered right,
and then quickly left
towards me as I
pressed hard on the break,
its U-turn would’ve
been quite flawless,
had we hadn’t connected
at that very moment.
I didn’t have the chance
to completely stop…
there’s no pulling over…
there are no shoulders,
so I pull up to the next left,
as mere seconds pass by,
first chance I have to turn around,
my jeep, as they say…
she don’t turn on no dime…
I crept back through the fog,
with high beams glaring,
my hazards flashing,
searching for the sight of
the fateful inertial
communication breakdown,
but there was naught,
but mist and asphalt,
no fawn, no fur,
no blood, nothing…
no evidence of
a senseless death
at my inadvertent
proverbial hand…
But that does not mean,
that no death was dealt…
and perhaps received,
away from my prying,
perceived indifferent eyes…
it had just… vanished.
This young creature and I
had collided for
an instant in time,
and then parted ways…
neither aware
of the fate of the other…
and it occurs to me
that this is likely
a common occurrence…
not only in the context
of humans and nature,
which is really merely
nature and nature,
but also between
people and people…
The way that we bound
about in our existence…
often aimlessly…
typically indifferently…
continuously colliding,
bouncing around…
how we affect each other…
how we’re changed…
how we change others or
our perspectives are altered…
how we alter the
perspectives of others,
the way we feel…
independantly from
the feelings of others…
My understanding of algebra
is elementary at best…
but the varying ways
in which humans relate
is on par with complex
differential equations,
yet more enigmatical,
due to the fact
that numbers are
inherently rational…
and humans are
inherently not…
but still we collide with
each other incescently…
like debri in a vacuum,
one person potentially
chipping away some
bits of the other or
of course it could be a
case of vice versa,
the ever changing,
the neverending,
a calamitous hyperbole,
a parabolic lateralis…
words strung together
with a thread of context
stories that spiral
out into the ether
the fourth dimension…
or time, as Wells has
attempted to describe it,
its linear direction…
depends on perception…
it’s either coming right at you,
or falling away behind you,
who can really comprehend
the consequences of a choice…
as we cannot grasp
the very breadth and scope
of all possible effects
our actions may rend.
Every connection,
leaves a mark…
at times it’s a bruise,
at times it’s a scar,
either/or it becomes
a remnant that,
could influence every
consequent thought,
idea, opinion,
or interpretation,
from that point onward…
does anyone really
consider the magnitude
of that implication?
The way we think…
the way we feel…
the way we see the world…
the way we fucking
see ourselves…
the theory of relativity
does not only apply
to space and time…
but also to
the idiosyncrasies,
which contribute to
one’s philosophy.
Who we are…
Who are we?
How we perceive…
How we’re perceived…
Our particular view
of the world around us,
the specific ways
in which we operate…
It’s obvious in a way,
that we all possess
our own unique
individuality…
I am I,
and you are you,
and they are they,
and yet is it not
also accurate to
posit in a way that
we are us…
or that we are the
sum of our peers,
or perhaps that we are
an ever evolving
accumulation,
an ever changing
amalgamation,
of the bits of those
we’ve stumbled into,
and the consequent knowledge
those experiences bring…
Inside each of us,
are the pieces of others.
For good or ill,
is that not a
thing to marvel at?
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