the actual pingpong of the abyss

words that spark
convulsions of
convoluted images
freight trains
of thought.
How fraught
with hope
and despair
those words
are for some
for so many
who unlike
the most of
us cannot walk
are bound by
gravity to
physical stasis
or mechanical
mobility only.

I can walk
and like the
rest of us
mostly I have
been capable
of saying that
for longer than
I could speak it
sixty two some
years in my case.
Capable bodied
our minds take
so much for
granted so
much for
rock solid
granite.
But time
and the
elements
wear us all
down bring us
all down to
the eternal
common
denominator
by which
we are all
ultimately
conquered
and divided
into the
unity we
so often
too too often
cannot sooner
recognize.
It was always
there for us
in the mirrors
of our eyes
too too
often blind
to all the
other eyes
paired
infinitudes
of sentient
reflection of
our being.
Too too
rarely
seeing
our being
one and
oneness.
Unable
to see
unable
to truly
walk
yet.