Luminescent

Sometimes
We all know
The flame
Burning behind corneas, black eternal nothingness
The void, illuminated by light,
Light that encourages the soul to rise up out of the abyss
The guide that calls out, dear gentle, brave soul, dear curious and adventurous life
The something, that is, never isn't, something like life, it can be, while always is
Those of us who can loose focus, staring randomly into the oscillating, collide-a-scope of madness
Those of us who let frustration lead to boredom, complacency
Infinite is the abyss caused by the perception warp

Stuck
An entire country snowed in, state by state, city by politician, town by representative, wall mart community by corporate CEO
Point, purpose, and meaning get stuck, hypnotized and terrorized by the angry honking of capitalism
Our very being is weary and shaking, begging to get away, but eternally confused as to where, or what exactly away is
Ideas, philosophies, and religions are suffocated by the nicotine fueled, exhaust smog cloud of progress
Thousands are drowned under the waves of the millions, and no one can ever see the clear blue sky of day

Yet
There are some
With this flame, this essence, this ability to live and express one's true self
To become many in the many
To become anything, within everything
It only takes a spark, yet
This spark, it can last a minute or a lifetime
This spark is what every gas guzzling, pollution pumping machine attempts to imitate
It's what people wake up in the morning  for
Even as a simple appreciation,
Of that unifying and dividing force of humanity