Get Up

Off that beach, the time to lounge has come to an
end. It has come to attention, that the waters

are being muddied. Up to this point, such an
extensive majority of my time, effort, spirit, essence

has been dumped, mixed, and solidified into contraptions
characteristic in their ability to clean up the mud bath.

Something appears to guide away from turbidity.
Notice the trend - our aversion to dissolved solids.

Does the pool ever become sufficiently clean, or is
it part of the deal? Are we bound to make messes

then to clean them up? I look back and see the others vacuum the
floor I just dusted with sand - some paid for it, others not.

It is hip to clean while off the clock rather than
to observe and complain of the messes we all fail to notice as

we generate. See the mess is not simply outside. It is easy
to end up as invisible to oneself, perhaps as a default

Entry-level trap for us all. Does it not seem as if focus upon
take vastly outweighs that of take?

See, give, is what I was going for there, but I was
too centered upon that take. It flowed naturally.

Tell, announce it, shout it from the rooftops should you
find yourself able to afford being near to one - when you see

abundance of take and drought of give. Say you
take and confuse it for giving - balance will alert

you of your blindness. It could be a whole lifetime
before it becomes evident. Many will never see, many will

see, yet turn a blind eye. Distractions in forms of
virtual experience work wonders in achieving this

yet prepare to live with a feeling of a God-sized
void, vastly empty. I can describe to you

what it is like to feel dead inside - to believe
I am trapped in a permanent nightmare.