What remains is a smoldering pile of vulnerability
and the pre-programmed response demanding, “Vengeance!”
What remains is the rippling wave from all this suffering
that prompts a battered ego’s question of, “Why me?”
Some things cannot be understood.
Some things will never make much sense.
Some things defy every label we apply.
Rainwater moments
eroding innocence.
What remains is the foundation of stained and blasted unity;
built with bricks of hope and the mortar of bloodshed.
What remains – shards of compassion obscured by an axiology
that allows the human beast to feed upon the human being.
Some things cannot be understood.
Some things will never make much sense.
Some things defy every label we apply.
Magnetic aether
collecting ignorance.
What remains is the denial of our own superfluity.
Push a boulder up a hill,
it will
roll down
again and again and again and again and again and again and again
Jason Preu 
Are we all of us Sisyphus in the end…?
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Truly, I think we’re each of us a boulder.
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Wow, some great lines in this: “Rainwater moments,” “the mortar of bloodshed,” Very cool. I’d be honored if you would check out my new serial I’m writing called “Life After Death.” I didn’t like the way it was going so I rewrote it and Episode 1 is on my blog. Thanks for this piece, it’s great.
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Will do and thanks for the kind words.
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