We Drift Apart Without Even Noticing Just Like The Stars

by  shaun lawton 

 

 Because we assimilate too much data to really process

We drift apart without even noticing just like the stars 

In our younger days and earlier times we sailed abreast 

Caught up together on the same current, we hung on tight

Because our opinions didn't matter in that halcyon light

Now corporate controlled media outlets have corroded

The bonds that formerly kept us hitched across the rapids

No amount of white water turbulence could separate us then

Once upon a time we were free to match each other's energy

Nowadays its not so easy trapped in our isolated perches 

While our heads get respectively filled with senseless data

Strained through the digital filters of the world wide web 

Brothers will drift further apart while friendships fade 

Like old black and white photographs blurring over time

Please don't forget me and the way we used to be together 

When our individual knowledge was valued not denigrated

I beg of you don't let the senseless tide of online information

Allow our minds to drift further apart even if we're all fated 

To die in this realm separated and alone remember I am here

Just as you are present in this moment expanding across time

So let's not let ourselves fall prey to this illusion we're drifting apart

Without ever noticing we share this experience in the same boat

Just come to accept this vessel's not what we thought it was really

At the end of the day the metaphors drift away revealing we're here

Together like stranded starfish inches apart an eternity of distance

What continues to matter remains how we regard one another 

As fellow soulmates taunted by our separate prison cells adrift

On distinct courses whose brief intersections during our youth

First introduced us to one another and even if we understood 

Then that we'd never part you my brother will remain in my heart

Just as I know I'll be kept inside yours even after the cold distance

Between us becomes permanent and our corresponding signals lost

I will never forget the love we will always have for one another 

From what do you believe truth is derived?

 

 It was a random question posited by someone on the internet. 

   So I chose out of a sense of purest respect to write the following

  Verse so to speak as a concerted response given the caveat >insert

Latin / etc. denomination clarifying spiritus contra la problema here< 'deadpan onymous,' detachment / possession, state of granting innocence  5th amendment silence remains the golden means of survival 

 

It's no coincidence then that silence remains

the soundtrack of our lives for who are we

at all if not the fittest who managed to survive

  Let's unpack this  question.  {keeping in mind

the caveat, that in deciding to respond in the privacy

of my domain, the opportunity for the questioner's response gets denied. However I tried to scroll back to find the original post

 Alas, I could not, hence this one-sided reflection 

 of what I believe was an excellent question.}

First, the assertion that there's a derivation that could qualify. Then, the notion that auxiliary verbs could help, when we know that they don't, so forget the idea of belief, whether in nothing or otherwise.  

Are you really in the process of doing it?  

I conclude with the beginning, from what, the source

of the derivation?  This is a trick question. 

   No one in their right absence of mind  

  would fall for it, the very notion reeks 

 of patriarchal autocratic defimination 

but I digress … there would have to be

a conviction that self even exists, much less

 be gifted with the power to believe

what appears to be the truth, anyhow

 was a question asked over a bowl of sand

 left rippled into dunes by the wind 

like the long shadow cast by the setting

flaming, double edged sword 

as if there could be a metaphorical analog

to smithing tools, hammers, anvils and forges

or that which remains unknown could be cloaked

 in a symbolic firmament, a significant sigil 

Whatever remains the truth doesn't necessarily

have to have issued from anything because

 wrapped in eternity's guise there'd be no way

of telling the tale unless it were repeated

so many times and forgotten while being lost

along the flowing route of the signals carried

away into the distant event horizon

where it gets swallowed by the blackest holes

I don't exist enough to fulfill a belief which

might get granted, maybe a reflexive form of defense

shielding from the dreaded invisible sheared off razor

icicle obsidian edged blade winking starlight

blinding me into the power of belief which happens to

possesses me on occasion to try and attempt 

a response to questions like this 

only to be reminded that more often than not 

the questions themselves are at fault for lack

of a broader context in which to relatively 

balance out the equation, you know what 

I'm saying, to which thankfully, as far as I can see

there's no need for us to worry since any delusion 

our psyches can conjure may serve as the placebo 

to lose ourselves in the mirrored labyrinth 

echoed through the passages of our perception. 

I mean, that's just the story of our life. We must

ask ourselves if its really true with no one else to answer. I don't expect this response to fulfill the whole question but I do hope beyond faith that it points in the right direction. 

by shaun lawton