PTSD by Mark Carlisle

Illusions of Order

Conditioned

to respond to

every incidence

in life,

gives us

the illusion

of order,

when in fact

the whole of

our existence

is really totally

randomised.

The structure

we build is like

the invisible

protection

of a car

windscreen,

allowing

us to flow

ever onwards

throughout

elementals

without fear

of impedance,

remaining for

the most part

unseen.

So steadily

the miles can

carry on to

continually

unfold

behind us

as we are

moving

on

along

towards

the tiny rock chip

that has always

been there

waiting

for us,

our whole

life long.

This is the point

where it’s all

goes

oh

so

terribly

wrong.

The moment

where it fractures

is upon us

in the blinking

of an eye.

Realities

a crystal glass

that’s shattered,

as time

just ceases

to flow

on.

Bye.

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