This is how all of it seems to me.
Diving headfirst into shallow sea.
No fickle foot first the depth to plumb.
No temp testing, just flying numb.
Paced like an REM requiem.
No “safer than sorry” axiom.
All past misfortunes seem wiped from mind.
Desperate for coupling to be defined.
All seems chaos deliberately churned.
Distractions clung to, not corners turned.
Life’s for living & we all do us.
But, all of it reads as blunderbuss.
It’s peace there & Russian Roulette here.
Two very different cultures of fear.

