Hypervigilance 1/2000

Jen 013The fog lies outstretched upon the water

A compelling hand.  In sleep

it could be the dreamstuff of the gods or the

thorazine of Titans.

Or are we the Titans?-

under some angry curse

spat out over our heads in mountainous

echelons thundering:

“You will never know your own power.

You are condemned to question every feeling

every impulse

every utterance.

You will walk in the fog of your own device and wake to realize

that it has always been too late to

retrace the steps that lost you.”