“Cast Me, Cast Me Not” by Stanley P. McD
More like how you thought you’d fix it: remove
the tumour, sew the body back up, tighten the bolts
& nuts, heal the wound―how easy you thought
it would be to solve it, how the answer seem
conjured &, at long last,
handed to you the way a
mid-wife hands over the baby, only to find
that sobriety means no more than having to live
the life―the stillness of the life―of all what
restlessness could have offered, which it did, which
you do, everyday, no less than the restiveness between
the hunting & the chase―or any between
for that matter; it’s not that simple,
so I’ve seen.
As for the blue pill, Things that stay the same,
the miners in the mines doing
their mining Things: take, take, take, & take, & I
being the mine from which everything is taken, flower
verse in which everything dies, starting with, for example,
love once upon a time meaning
salvation, as in the one I
once described as the greater power who
saved & rescued & took―that’s the one; now
love meaning torn: torn out of, torn away from―the
cruelty of the choice, the choice to reject,
to say no to,
to cast away a memory.