3 in 1 Sanity
by Odin Roark

And what of this consideration,
this disturbance,
a clash of confronting wills
moving with the flow,
even as options beg attention.

The 1 of sanity…

just as clouds might burst,
so too the boiling kettle
may spew its residual,
the whistle warning,
like lightning afar,
the eruption may be near.

What of our own gray and black passing over,
the pressure never blowing,
accepting no,
understanding maybe,
considering yes.

Disturbance is nature’s playful nature,
presenting unpredictable patterns of behavior
for it to know, for us to explore

YESTERDAY, disturbance waited…

while Nature reinvents itself continually,
knowing well the human mind,
Freud’s 3 in 1 sanity
plays upon one’s own psyche.

Patterns connect,
dismantle,
find new tributaries,
all for the quest
to accept,
understand,
or perhaps remain anesthetized.

Oh, to sleep,
to escape incessant profundity of reason,
while crickets voice
a lull for the void.

But…

Struggle we must
to vanquish this nightmarish noise,
allow angelic melody its rightful time,
stifle echoes unbridled,
breathe deep the purified air of repose.

When sleep is deprived,
restless racket abounds,
one’s solipsistic quicksand
forever remains the glue,
while solvents of truth
struggle to dissolve.

TODAY, disturbance continues to wait…

A morning’s sunlight
breaks curtained exile, as crickets sleep, alarm bells beckon,
and our programing responds.

Awakened,
actions once more warrant thought.
This voice,
now loud at the dog,
next screeching at traffic,
followed by outburst at fellow workers.

Anything to escape,
so we speak loud,
sometimes nonsense,
sometimes warnings,
other times acquiescence
anything to trigger some calm.

For…

Just as some would believe
Freud’s id cares not of ego’s comfort,
it nevertheless remains aware that ego either patronizes
or accepts superego’s moral compass.

Yes…

Freud thought he had the answer,
but alas, in such a world
das es thinks little of
das ich,
and das über-ich seldom is awakened.

TOMORROW disturbance anxiously waits…

To either conquer
or surrender,
all for a contemporary time
where absent morals,
ethics,
and simple decency,
all around us are narcissist-id-smothered superegos,
reason and conscience remaining struggling against the tide,
for disturbance continues waiting with a modicum of hope.