Clarity

I’s like its all for show, I see it

The entire world and everything beyond pulls apart in front of me

And underneath it all is a giant web

Made of strings, structured like mist, barely able to perceive

It’s everywhere, behind me, around me, within me

And as if I were frozen in the middle of it

Hanging, suspended, as if on some sort of hook

I can witness its structure in every direction

After a few moments, upon its having been absorbed

It pulls back together, slowly

Piece by piece

And I watch each piece fit itself in

Everything in its right place

I can see how each place and moment were built

Each motivation, what lies within each of them

And everything makes sense, everything

Every reason is transparent

The words float in front of me

As if each were hung by, on, these strings, this web

And I can see all that relates to me

And easily, more importantly, what doesn’t

It’s clarity…

All the little lies

Any little frames hung for show

And everything is beautiful

Because in here, there is no ego

Every single space in the entire world and beyond

Is held where it is, by this web

And each space has its own shape

These shapes are defined by their reason, their purpose

Theses reasons shape the structures

And like hooks, they’re placed upon their rightful place

Every whisper, every word

Every emotion, every hurt

And as I hang there, as if on this hook

My mind sees something resembling a map

And I know it is laid out for me

I watch the shapes fit together

By and with everything that relates to me

And I can see it as I can see everything

With clarity

ⓒ 2005 Shawn Michael Quinn