integral pause

some interval pause
some integral clause
unmonitored flaws

we try to drink clean water
we try to eat healthy food
as forests fall to paper mills
and every new volume of poetry kills
a few more environmental bills
we are post-comfort dwellers in mental ills

yesterday is a splinter
heading into the hinter
an epochal flower of winter
the feeling we’ll disintegrate
the ceiling we much contemplate
fate on a broken dinner plate
the existential weight of wait
how often do we have a blank slate?
how often do we achieve a state
of enlightenment where we then create
something for the ages to contemplate?
it is much more common to hesitate
to fall into a dither state
and break apart and segregate
into those we love and those we hate
but it doesn’t have to be that way
turning a corner in the cycle today