Light’s Shadow-Chase
by Odin Roark

How pompous,
these times of bait and catch,
as famished minds fan their dwindling flame
amidst urban collisions of spirit and heart,
as witness the controlled starvation of energy's appetite
leaving thinking landscapes raped and pillaged,
to later be exhumed...

Yet…

A child's sub-conscious imagination holds desperate its wonder,
sensing via eyes,
ears,
taste,
smell,
and feel,
their innately wired torches,
desperately protecting the flames
while their obvious needs experience exploitation
by the flame-throwing technology of control,
the benefit of which stretches,
invades,
and smothers the very extension of their right,
their entitlement,
and yes,
their genius.

Lest we get caught up in the BS of misinformation,
without light there is no illumination.

Still…

With light
shadows are cast,
imprinting what is,
what might be,
what a child dreams to be.

Light will always chase shadows,
but at some point
there should always be the overhead moment
when shadows cease to be,
when what is,
just is.

Some argue it’s the moment of singular and infinite identity.

What a price 21st century children pay for that opportunity.