I find my world disordered and undone
Reference points no longer apply the way they did
Rules have been stretched and broken so often
They have been shadowed into dim memory
So I recalibrate my moral compass
Against those of the political and corporate elite
I recalculate the depths of horror to vicariously endure
Against the streets of Mogadishu and Damascus
I index my feelings and emotions to this world
That serves up extremes of good and evil
Punctuated by interminable waiting
But in order to find to what degree the Nth is today
I need to baseline truth against beauty
Measure the depth of midnight when you’re all alone
Figure out what new shock deserves a scream or a tear
In this world of today
Where so much cruelty is served up on the table of commerce
Where miracles are commonplace even as sins proliferate
In this world that contains both heaven and hell
Whose borders shift and overlap
Leaving those of us who play the margins in a dim frontier
Unsure of limits and definitions and meanings
Constantly recalibrating perceptions
David Trudel © 2013
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Recalibrating
I find my world disordered and undone
Reference points no longer apply the way they did
Rules have been stretched and broken so often
They have been shadowed into dim memory
So I recalibrate my moral compass
Against those of the political and corporate elite
I recalculate the depths of horror to vicariously endure
Against the streets of Mogadishu and Damascus
I index my feelings and emotions to this world
That serves up extremes of good and evil
Punctuated by interminable waiting
But in order to find to what degree the Nth is today
I need to baseline truth against beauty
Measure the depth of midnight when you’re all alone
Figure out what new shock deserves a scream or a tear
In this world of today
Where so much cruelty is served up on the table of commerce
Where miracles are commonplace even as sins proliferate
In this world that contains both heaven and hell
Whose borders shift and overlap
Leaving those of us who play the margins in a dim frontier
Unsure of limits and definitions and meanings
Constantly recalibrating perceptions
David Trudel © 2013
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