Hard To Swallow... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I don't know
it's a hard thing to say,
yet easily caught
by the inner eye,

thinking or imbibing,
swallowing what you
do not yet know?

pulse normal
irregularity of images
filtering through,

for a split second
anybody is capable,

to surround yourself
by past acts,
inclinations and prospects,

yet not only did I catch you
looking,
but swore that a certain
amount of this is unlikely,
just not you at all?

did God put it there,
I mean, everywhere?

everything is watching
at the forefront of eternity,

everybody -
has a purpose then?

while combustibles explode...
and Angels,
blow hot and cold! ! ! !

you need to
walk down that road;
behind averted eyes,

they cannot tell you...descend,
or was that descent,
your DNA dragged from gene pool
to gene pool,

it's our life force,
or a chaotic bubble
that rises up and shatters! !

leaves you almost bare,
irrepperable...