The Middle of a Meltdown, Circa Fall 2012

I bottled this up because I had nothing left to do here,
I think, a very long time ago,
I thought that a life without pain was a boring life,

and as it turns out,
perhaps I was only shortsighted,
like most other people with a stigma that stints life on the whole,

and when I got prophetic,
I knew there was not much left to do,
not much I could do,
prophecies are too much the work of a person doing no work at all,
full of hot air that never rises,
thoughts and notions that never make it to fruition,
magnetic to the great divide,
the unfortunate void,









and in all of this worrying about being ordinary,
I got so that I misunderstood mediocrity