WHERE WE ARE

poetics of agency

With an objective appraisal and reasoned gaze, absence of 
neutrality toward the task and inherent humanity is
concerning. When do we allow for structured deferrals 
of those with futures never more than abstract?

Human beings seeking mitigation for their uncertain
beginning or a reprieve from a fractured present deserve, merit 
inclusion to our species, not a risk level to be curtailed.

Less than perfect people, we are full of glamour and greed, a 
narcissistic beauty both swollen and congealed. Measuring
our progress with tools used to kill, we are the species to 
never achieve the austere precision of a coveted balance.

Through an expressionists blurred lens of implosion, we cascade 
through armors of fiction, our gravitas is thin, and pale. The eye 
of necessity, born hairless and open and guiltless as sky, we situate 
for an ever growing, living, breathing narration.

Or, we die trying.