it’s incongruous
the way things were before
then the way things snapped
maybe that’s the point
that it was a snap
nothing less than a snap
would release the tension
but the complexity of conflict
before was not the unbridled evil
felt after, believed henceforth
or impressed on purpose
maybe that’s the point
that it was a snap
that it was a break
maybe the tunneled judgment given
was an attempt to balance the moral scales
from pushback on soft responses
from the stone in water

maybe it was incongruous
the river feeling steered by the stone
feeling unimportant, vulnerable, controlled
maybe it was incongruous
the stone feeling the river turn around it
feeling unsupported, anxious, alone
the wounded children, fighting and flighting
the way things were before
expressions of wholesomeness wearing down
ruptured suddenly into an evil

it’s incongruous
how these months of the mirror’s absence
showed the constancy perhaps was a reflection
of rationalizing the subjective
willing over wanting
long-term ahead of short-term
and how the friend that was found
switched
freeing the subjective from the rationalizing
wanting over willing
maybe the moral branding that was seared
the label
was an expression of how morals
are expressions of subjects:
evil can be the sign of dislike
“you do not have to like me”
soon turned into a curse that
flushed out positive feelings,
the past reimagined with fright,
the subjective freed from the rational,
the stone branded with hate
for the curvatured pain upon water

it’s incongruous
when the past is reread
but otherise how would
one proceed with life?
burned out, tired of feeling insubordinate
the role play that sickened both
even though the final straw was pulled
by the softer of them
or perhaps the harder?
if water turned to stone
was it ever water?
and if in its wake
the stone still swirls like water
was it ever stone?

maybe there is no rational peace
left in this unentwining
that can be woven
if it’s incongruous

I cannot forget the past
and that lets me move on

I am an eddy
eddying around with dust
spinning with wind, a simple spiral
eddying around and around
noise of dust and wind
an eddy hoping to hear
slip through my seams a noise
that sounds like what questions and gives

we are all eddies empty with God
spinning around our given axis
it’s incongruous
and that lets us move on