There had been a major shift in the terrain of my reality.
You would have to have lived on the west coast to fully understand.
The San Andreas lifted off the earth’s axis,
It lifted, it buckled and it spun me off my center
Tossing heartache over me like the debris of shale and rock.
What I had believed was not true, and what I lived was a lie.
Love was not to be trusted and the comings and goings of my days
turned out to be a twisted web of deceits weaving.
The earth beneath me lurched and shifted
snapping the bones of a covenant of faith.
Most people don’t really change and those who build their lives on lies,
Usually continue to live out their days in the shadows of deception,
Incapable of honesty and honor....
Their lips nibbled on by nuance, ever moving with muscles of manipulation,
Slick and smooth, perfected over the years by a need to disguise themselves.
Nothing would change on the surface,
I’d put the trinkets back on the shelves and the smile on my face
to match pretense for pretense with my words,
and the earth would settle back just an inch or two off its
fatal fault line in the crust,
But a sacred closeness was blown away with the falling dust.