Wise or Why’s?

Who is this adjacent to my spirit
Whilst many around me mock?
I am in a parallelogram
Skewed by sentient sentences
Which are aligned to my knowledge
And experience.
I am looking towards the future
With stiffening grip.
I write of what I can from memory.
I have seen many of these signs before,
Lived through many similar cycles
And learned to differentiate.
I have met everyone before,
So their voices sound familiar,
Only their faces differ.
Life is an inter-generational experience.
Locked in, everyone is orbital,
At sometime, somewhere.
Everyone is adjacent.
The great trial of life
Is to make and maintain connection.

©2019 Christopher Thompson
All rights reserved.
From the forthcoming collection
"Chrysotilian Extractions".