Kinetic Envy

An energy so deeply seeded, 

so vigorous and cogent,

its origins remain unknown.

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

Ceasing to demand restitution, 

I admit to willfully committing the greenest of your seven sins.

Hiding in the cavernous shadows, eliciting information largely off limits to mine eyes.

I took pleasure in your misgivings. 

Partnered by sharp, caustic anxieties, I recollect...

Every contrary thought.

Every loathsome word.

Never once pondering the weight of threats.

Never once recanting the relentless baggage of ultimatum.

The calcified water palpitates rhythmically from the 7 year old shower head.

I stand, guilty as charged.

Culpable of the caliginous offenses brought against me.

Nonetheless aware that these ill-willed deeds did not entirely come from a place so misty.

Misdeeds?

Unquestionably.

Rationalized on the grounds of a chapter so thick,

One burdened by ruthless definitions,

One compounded by hysterically profound alternative motives.

Pleadingly, I ask you to remember this one verity.

That to each yin is its respective yang.

Seemingly disjunct forces, interconnected and interdependent in the natural world, giving rise to one another in turn.

Slow, soft, insubstantial, feminine is yin.

Hard, fast, aggressive, masculine is yang. 

Gradually trading places, revealing the obscured and obscuring the revealed.

Kinetic envy.

So rampant, it bleeds.

For all this and then some, 

I owe apology.