fever

the wheel of samsara turns
and suffering is
like an unending game of whack-a-mole
and trying to push it down one place
makes it shoot up like a geyser
in another

reckless hammers swing
smash
break hearts
without meaning to

price of trying to avoid pain, attempting to fall asleep
fails
results in awakening and awareness
of the creation of more harm done
the intent was not to harm, not to create a geyser
of burning and floods and tornadoes

the price of one choice:
an unfolding of a universe of suffering
a hope at redemption,
prayer for forgiveness