Socrates

A sunset-

The beginning of wisdom?

Or a means to an end.

Bring on the dawn, the day, the toil and trouble, boil and bubble.

Know thyself or thine enemies?

Socrates, meet William.

Seeing

I spoke my truth in this lifetime

Despite it not being in my best interests.

The first rains bring me back.

I am in London, looking up into the grey skylight.

There has been no sunlight for nine days.

We are surviving.

Every hour is agony.

Being alive is to be consumed with pain.

The chronic pain takes away my natural tolerance for stories.

Half truths.

I thought it was you, you were the problem.

In fact, it was my mother

Who brought me into this drama

Who let it play out

Like this.

Gently dangerous.

Did you know that every egg inside your ovaries was generated

When you were still inside her?

That kind of expectant stillness.

Four months, they say.

Sixteen weeks.

She was already in the business of grandchildren.

Now it’s your problem.

You get to decide

Whether you are in, or out.

Born alone, die alone

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World II

I have always been my own worst enemy-

I have held many interviews, but nobody is as qualified as I for the position.

It takes a world of experience.

World

I gave my heart where I should have withheld

Both myself and my company.

And yet I am none the worse for it

For this path has been my education

A cruel, truthful teacher.

When the ocean makes havdalah

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Goodbye world

If it’s your truth, then why is it so hurtful to other people?

Childbirth as a redemptive narrative-I didn’t see that one coming.

If someone loves us, have we achieved the status of full human beings?

What if this genetic pool fails to fuse inside our bodies?

Is childnessness a failure or an achievement, or simply, something we did not see coming?

If we replicate ourselves, what are we achieving?

Does the world need our fears, neuroses, trauma, or another generation of detached, desensitised children?

Perhaps there are things that we should not pass on, but the instinct to bring you into the world, my love, is greater than all the logic of Science, God of the Mind.

The cycle continues.

Israel III

Speak your truth and then let it go;

Do not follow it

For the path it takes is treacherous

And it does not pay its casualties.

Speak your truth and let it go.

Israel II

I’m not angry anymore

Just sad

Because you broke my spirit.