You know what the deal is by now. These post-election days have been long. I am not here to preach positivity, or understanding. There are plenty of other people covering those bases, some well, some inappropriately. Personally, I have been having a hard time articulating my feelings. I suspect that I will for a while. For now, what you are reading is most of what I have got. Time and distance from the initial upset and stress will help clarify my mind. Once that is done, I hope to be able to help heal and deal the way I see other people doing. For now, here is one of the few things I have gotten to near-completion since the morning of the ninth. As you will see, my thoughts are still rather muddled.

The Unacknowledged

Welcome to this waking world

Every window is broken here

Every mirror warped

Watch your step

Lest you leave tracks

Make contact, but not with your eyes

Language might deceive you

But the eyes will cut you deep

Words are wind, they carry the fists

And the weather here is foul

Nevertheless, keep moving

Lest you run aground on the curb

Those are especially harsh

They will scuttle you in seconds

This place is not welcoming

But you probably knew that by now

Even if last night's sleep was blissful

This world will overwhelm you if you let it

So make sure you are always doing something

Speak, fight, move, think

Motion keeps the dullness at bay

You may not like it here

That is completely understandable

Nobody does, but everybody knows

So do not forget

As easily as a bed will release you

Or the music will distract you

Or life will cloud your eyes

You have to remember this

This is also sleep, and sound, and sight

This place is as real as any other

Even if it is not yours, it is someone else's

You need to remember

Forgetting will only make it worse

For the next one to remember it

Whether that is you, or another

And not everyone is fortunate enough

As to be able to sleep it off