What Else?

Restless

We're all on fire but we're miles from the sun

studying ripples while the shadow dances

Inward turns our loaded gun

and paints the landscape with the exalted dead.

Can't fix a trail then intend to walk it

We'd be stuck in a a familiar dream.

Reviews

[Casey Truax]

This is a challenging one. The first stanza is suggestive of Plato - perceiving the shadows of reality rather than the source, represented by the sun. Studying the "ripples" of electromagnetic waves, perhaps. Then humanity is too busy destroying itself ("Inward turns our loaded gun") to solve the mysteries of its existence. The last stanza is the most interesting of all. It is as though we do not know how to live in a world where our problems have been solved, as though we need challenge, even chaos.