unloved

Jaded… turned to stone… like Vonnegut’s “Ice-Nine”, each contact seeds a transformation, hard and cold, from the inside out. Once broken china, repaired so often it’s now more glue than anything, and rendered less beautiful, less useful. Beyond recycling, even the green-washers dispose. Hearts uninhabitable… like Mercury or Mars… where once were dreams of Venus, visions of Eden. Erratic fluctuations of hot and cold, of wanting and rejection, erotic, exotic and then benign. Shifts so sudden the earth shakes, tremors felt, ice melts just to freeze again in another soul, spreading like cancer… Frost-glazed, unseeing eyes, unaware. Shape-shifting statues, game pieces, suffering random acts of reality… unavoidable, unprovoked. Sleep laden sidewalks, shrouded by the morning word. Unnoticed. Unwelcomed. Unloved.