Recognizing the Roche limit

He shakes his head. ‘Ah it is a shortage.’

‘A shortage of what?’

‘A shortage of initiative,’ he says, without missing a beat.

It seems as though we are always seeking

seeking

seeking.

And never finding.

I came from such a long way away

Now I pass my time daydreaming about Conceivable.

Anything beautiful bequeaths a strong aftertaste

Like rejection.

Or wasted ambition.

Or an idea that resonates.

Or clarified possibility.

We would have smiled here,

and embraced here.

We would have ignited here.

Revolutionized here.

But you quickly look away,

and now I am exhausted.

I want to sit quietly for a minute, or a decade or a life time or so

and watch the world dismantle

and rise

from compulsory renovations,

without requesting anyone’s

Compliance

anymore.