When experiencing brutally disruptive forces, even violently traumatic forces, it can seem nearly impossible to sow creative, life-building seeds needed to grow a better future. I suspect that one of the reasons why violence “works” is that it is a powerful invitation to its victims to contract their vision, typically leaning into terms and perspectives desired and defined by perpetrators, rather than expanding won’s vision beyond violence. May we transcend the shit thrown at us.
Sow Over it
The shit hit the fan
Wince again
Only what life
Mustered
Time flies
Swarming
The scion of lies
A tract to crapping out
Wresting in cruel fete
As see of it
Still
That small voice
From heavin’ above
Bids us here
Take a look see
Fertile eyes
Sow over it
