A reacting reach.

i’m reaching for branches,
but instead, i grab twigs.
my extension is met
will repulsion.
why can i not reach
what i want?
why must my slacken
grip obstruct me
from my will?
i control nothing.
i’m but a mere
reaction of response
to a question
out of reach.


Civility fights relativity.

kindness kills only itself.
those of stone cannot
feel the soft touch of civility.
we are anything by civil.
reaction through blows
respond in a manner of response.
blunt upon blunt
creates dull explosions,
but explosions nonetheless.