Peripheral Visions Poem by Morimyth Weaver

Survival will tell you to
please lend me your ear.
Tell me, what are you afraid of?

Use sight to see horizons.

Hear the stream trickle down
Into old volumes forgotten by time.
The river consumes all signs
Of rapids ahead.
Our folly lies not in ignorance
But with negligent apathy.

Let the earth breathe...

Use sight to see horizons.

Survival will tell you to
please lend me your ear.
Tell me, what are you afraid of?

Waterfalls flow down
Into the ocean,
Load bearing all the baggage
We sent into the arms of the sea
But where will it be
On the other side of
This negligent apathy.

Set the sea free...

Use sight to see horizons.

Spare some mindfulness for
Emotions beyond the edge of memory.
See peripheral visions all,
and let them sink in deep
If you ever hope to see again.

Use sight to see horizons.

Survival will tell you to
please lend me your ear.
Tell me, what are you afraid of?

Speak not of peace now,
Here in times of war.
Unless selfishness rules,
You shift your eye,
Shut the door.
Let Fate settle the score.
Is it out of your hands yet,
This negligent apathy?

Let it ALL be...
Set the sea free...
Let the earth breathe...

Use sight to see horizons.

Survival will tell you to
please lend me your ear.
Tell me, what are you afraid of?

Spare some mindfulness for
Emotions beyond the edge of memory.
See peripheral visions of
Where you could be
If you ever hope to be free again.

Use sight to see horizons.

(Written 2018, Revised 2022)