Con Vent

Its entirety is bound together.

The people all sat
At the end of my bed,
Discussing religion,
Spirituality,
And science
In extremes.

I interject
And say,
“One thing is an extension of the other.”

But no thought is given,
No comment made,
And they continue on.

I'm only there because it's my bed.

I question sincerity,
And wonder if people's words
Are only for themselves.

Perhaps I am no different.

The pattern never seems to end.

Maybe I am insane.

Contradictions, connections, and arguments
And no sharing allowed, save this script?

3-22-14