Pick Your Poison

A beautiful thought for today

"The first time I yelled the word 'Freedom' was the first time I came in touch with my own human dignity." - Protester in Syria

Rinse

Circling the drain, 
ebb churning
and violent flow. 


Dissolved into each others chaos',
The currents protest 
as we swim through oblivion.
Twelve knots towards the shore, 
the tide pulls us apart. 



Sinking deeper down, 
molecules rattling, 
bonding patterned glimpse 
at structures beyond comprehension. 



Effervescent entropy, 
madness,
and always the heat of the Sun 
spinning life into being.