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by
Keaton Foster



Out there
Unclear
What’s abound
Tedious
Are the sounds
I’m afraid
Should I be
A suggestion of course
Who is making it
I have never known
Indifference explored
Again and again
A round trip journey
The path most traversed
Rationale
Not quite so easy
People like me
Are neither wheels
Or the driven force
People like me
Wait
As if there are others
Ridiculous
Monsters
Such horrible creatures
Abominations
Of God’s pretenses
Indeed he does care
Beyond furious I’m sure
He could kill them all
Wipe them clean
From his sacred earth
Removed like a stain
Confidence does grow
Leaps and bounds
Certainly
I’m guessing
That he would
If he just had to
His slighted hand
Would move with ease
If for a further second
He went on to identify
No purpose
No reason for being
Sored in meaning
Superfluous
But That
Cannot be the case
In such a thing
I won’t allow myself to believe
Nothing does he waste
They
Those many monsters
Such horrible creatures
Are here
Alive
Quite well
Feeding on me
And my penchant
To be needed
Thus received
As a human being
Of substantially more
Those many monsters
They have purpose
It’s as clear as the sky
As right as any rain
As identifiable as any
Incurable disease
They
Those many monsters
Such horrible creatures
Are meant to frighten
To scare the hell out of
Those of us
Men like me
Caught up here
Always between
Faith and damnation
Salvation
And our obliteration
I know
I understand
Well aware
Continually
I tread lightly
One foot
In front of the other
Maybe I’m not
Always as cautious
As I should be
Or as I pretend
Those close to me run
For their own lives
Those far from me
Step closer
They
Everyone
Likes a terrifying show
Lucidity made clear
So much of this
Life that is
Does appear
When in fact
Without any question
It is abundantly opaque
Muddy to be exact
Me, this man
Is in perfect view
At the apex
Of the turn
I dare to stand
Refusing to move
I won’t move go forward
I won’t head back
I’ll just stay right here
In this eternal place
This wicked predicament
Between faith and damnation
Between ridiculousness
And understanding
Those many monsters
Such terrible creatures
Convince me of nothing
They hold no flame
To my weary feet
Offer no change
That I’ll dare keep
I’m most comfortable
With all of that I know
And all that I hear
And in this place
This life and death realm
I know that I won’t move…


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Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014