Elucidating Questions

All the time as the information buried deep, but waiting for a moment to be formed. The feeling of so small in the thick of it, the jungle of the space beyond where we are.

The pressure it all exerts on everything and everything else are far beyond and beneath and above any words or explanation it just goes out.

Someone somewhere something sometime else.

The something just waits to be triggered again.

The further you go the louder the sounds of those close but so far away get, like a chorus a symphony a good song at best,

Don’t say the unspeakable.

Yet it is spoken anyway, the desperation that I do not understand.

I call for help, and the gravity hits.

But someone else close knows the words are harder, sees and it makes it easier.

Having to find somehow the one thing in the chaos that frees it all.

This odd silent listener who tells this quiet calm.

Who knows how it’s all to go.

But it doesn’t let them get me, like they often do, slowly talking me down into the fear it all causes.

I see the flicker of the planet that sits above the sun.

Something nearby, compared to the distance it takes to get to where I want to be.