Free Verse
I hit a deer tonight on the way home from work, the mist was thick, billowing over the dark and narrow road, and I saw its face, as it saw mine, it tried to go right, but the stone wall was too high, fuck it was small, so small… its movements were oddly graceful, as it veered right, and then quickly left towards me as I pressed hard on the break, its U-turn would’ve been quite flawless, had we hadn’t connected at that very moment.
I didn’t have the chance to completely stop… there’s no pulling over… there are no shoulders, so I pull up to the next left, as mere seconds pass by, first chance I have to turn around, my jeep, as they say… she don’t turn on no dime… I crept back through the fog, with high beams glaring, my hazards flashing, searching for the sight of the fateful inertial communication breakdown, but there was naught, but mist and asphalt, no fawn, no fur, no blood, nothing…
no evidence of a senseless death at my inadvertent proverbial hand… But that does not mean, that no death was dealt… and perhaps received, away from my prying, perceived indifferent eyes… it had just… vanished. This young creature and I had collided for an instant in time, and then parted ways… neither aware of the fate of the other… and it occurs to me that this is likely a common occurrence… not only in the context of humans and nature, which is really merely nature and nature, but also between people and people… The way that we bound about in our existence… often aimlessly… typically indifferently… continuously colliding, bouncing around… how we affect each other… how we’re changed… how we change others or our perspectives are altered… how we alter the perspectives of others, the way we feel… independantly from the feelings of others…
My understanding of algebra is elementary at best… but the varying ways in which humans relate is on par with complex differential equations, yet more enigmatical, due to the fact that numbers are inherently rational… and humans are inherently not…
but still we collide with each other incescently… like debri in a vacuum, one person potentially chipping away some bits of the other or of course it could be a case of vice versa, the ever changing, the neverending, a calamitous hyperbole, a parabolic lateralis…
words strung together with a thread of context stories that spiral out into the ether the fourth dimension… or time, as Wells has attempted to describe it, its linear direction… depends on perception… it’s either coming right at you, or falling away behind you, who can really comprehend the consequences of a choice… as we cannot grasp the very breadth and scope of all possible effects our actions may rend.
Every connection, leaves a mark… at times it’s a bruise, at times it’s a scar, either/or it becomes a remnant that, could influence every consequent thought, idea, opinion, or interpretation, from that point onward… does anyone really consider the magnitude of that implication?
The way we think… the way we feel… the way we see the world… the way we fucking see ourselves… the theory of relativity does not only apply to space and time… but also to the idiosyncrasies, which contribute to one’s philosophy.
Who we are… Who are we? How we perceive… How we’re perceived… Our particular view of the world around us, the specific ways in which we operate… It’s obvious in a way, that we all possess our own unique individuality…
I am I, and you are you, and they are they, and yet is it not also accurate to posit in a way that we are us… or that we are the sum of our peers, or perhaps that we are an ever evolving accumulation, an ever changing amalgamation, of the bits of those we’ve stumbled into, and the consequent knowledge those experiences bring…
Inside each of us, are the pieces of others. For good or ill, is that not a thing to marvel at?
