Coma-passion

Passion is driving the goalie to unblock and let it pass
i have passion for writing and the net is open
but i still need a goalie to wave their arms in front of my face
directing me giving me a target to aim for
goalies in life's mind are gatekeepers
and we must feed them well or they wander off looking for something
to kick around, to stir us up
sometimes its inflammation we can not control
because we have not found the blade of grass torn by the goalies cleats

but i am aware of their presence 
but less so of their direction
as most people in life are
we walk, crawl, and moan about 
circling the infield
and sometimes wander 
into the outfield , outside the stadium 
where it is more treacherous
for there is no goal there
just empty concrete and steel 
holding forms of those things frozen in past

i walk today with head held high
and fingers on the keyboard 
 (yes it is possible to walk on your butt)
for my passion makers have guided me through my morning
rituals 

i admire those with the passion to continue on
those able to see past the obstacles
seeing that there is another path, while it is covered in fog and debris
hidden from them, they believe in the mind to create a path
draw in all the neurons to reconnect and disconnect
redirect the chemical processes to rebuild and destroy till it gets it right

its not pretty this jumbling of pursuit and the outcome may look dirty, disheartening
but it works 
in its mangles form others see as grotesques
we the gifted ones see as beauty
for we know the struggle to rebuild
and consider the rebuilding the greatest gift ever bestowed, next to that of the start of a new life
born or reborn into the world of existence 
outside of the heavens
where one is able to connect to the tangible
and not just the airiness of empty space
heaven's a lot of dark matter
dark is the description we give it here for we can not describe its beauty
since we are blinded when we become a new form

but it is still present in our heart
and about, it surges in the fingers as I type
it is there stirring up the passion
so small it can't be detected by modern machinery
and so it is written in the master plan
for if it was found , it would all have to be erased
and that would end civilization as we know it
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