- Vol. 06
- Chapter 05
Reverse osmosis – hope and inspiration
bleeding out into the body of attrition
cultivated by external predatory forces
originally fostered to be allies:
my hugged-close reserves of courage
running low in the void.
I can see my home, my world
as it should be …
in my mind’s eye,
but it is kept too distant –
too remote to touch,
and I can only choose
the numbness of withdrawal’s solitude
or to burn up in sterile rage.