Impasse

Heel broken, wait at the bottom of a ravine.

Smashed kneel, attended at the top of a hill,

So vast the occurrences where help is needed

Based on a presuppose we are not to be left unattended

Opposing the natural fact of being left bleeding.

And yet we strongly compete, hound and kill,

Extract value where damage is unavoidable

While ethics and Genève convention stand still,

Balusters of high hopes more than ever conceivable,

Oh why use a theme so redundant, in a manner so aloof?

I see myself and find nothing of useful

These words are an explicit declaration,

The right to say I cannot accomplish

The road is too rocky or my feet to soft.

Today I dream civilization as a pair of cuffs

My balustrade gone in pieces, sunken in the river,

Flowing to the sea inside of me, grudging, revolted,

My sons and daughters, how I surpass this impasse?

Let go, I hear say, let things fit and all will be all right

But He only helps who pushes himself up, faith declares,

Even to atheist certain propositions are ethical or moral,

To amoral people ethics dictates behaviors, one has to dare

To refuse the dark vision, embrace a life as architectural

Work, each footstep, each view, a role, many masks, resumed

As parental, in the end the objective is to design, sculptural.

May we sculpture rivers, may we change the way of changing.