Reality can be a mother
Halving given
Cynicism wide berth
Big brother
Too hope
A mist
Crying incessantly
And the crapping of won’s pants
Entrapped
Flanked by sterility and fertility
Fenced buy utility and futility
Until something
Something all inspiring
Ever knew
But barely seed
Shh
It happens
As springing from dis illusion
And groan together
From that exasperating brood
In awe
That kin be done
And what might be
A parent
Or knot
This poem arose this day from the comment of a friend who did not see hope where I saw some, and yet he still hopes. As a poet, I often see humanity in an epic struggle between cynicism and hope. 
Hell is where hope is abandoned, to allude to Dante. Heaven is where hope flourishes. 
As John Paul Sartre, the existentialist philosopher and author, wrote famously in his play, No Exit, “Hell is other people.” Know argument here. Of course, I wholed to the other half of truth, as well: Heaven is other people. Solidarity trumps alienation. Hope is the better portion of reality, that mother that teaches us sow much. Those caught in the mine of this earth may argue quite rationally that hope is the leanest in the efface of the meanest. Still, hope strikes me as both the lightest and most profound portion in the efface of darkness. Life and death. Heaven and Hell. Hope and cynicism. 
Who dares dance in their mist? Many people at most times choose to fight over merely what they halve — that is given. Fortunately, we don’t have to live in most times. We only have to live in the present. Let hope be the present.
As I am prone to obscure references, I must note the meaning of Gordian knot, though you may myth the point with or without it. A Gordian knot is often used as a metaphor for an intractable problem (disentangling an “impossible” knot) solved easily by loophole or “thinking outside the box” (“cutting the Gordian knot”):
In Greek and Roman mythology, the Gordian knot was an extremely complicated knot tied by Gordius, the king of Phrygia in Asia Minor. Located in the city of Gordium, the knot came to symbolize a difficult problem that was almost impossible to solve.
According to legend, Gordius was a peasant who married the fertility goddess Cybele. When Gordius became king of Phrygia, he dedicated his chariot to Zeus and fastened it to a pole with the Gordian knot. Although the knot was supposedly impossible to unravel, an oracle predicted that it would be untied by the future king of Asia.
Many individuals came to Gordium to try to undo the knot, but they all failed. Then, according to tradition, the Greek conqueror Alexander the Great visited the city in 333 B . C . After searching unsuccessfully for the hidden ends of the Gordian knot, Alexander became impatient. In an unexpected move, he took out his sword and cut through the knot.
Alexander then went on to conquer Asia, thus fulfilling the oracle’s prophecy. Alexander’s solution to the problem led to the saying, “cutting the Gordian knot,” which means solving a complicated problem through bold action.
May you live in the won reality where everything is knot as it seams.
