Clearing The Air

Revealing A Bettier View

To resolve any problems and settle the facts
Of the case between entities is to wipe clear
The imagined transparency of dirt and grime
And debris it accumulates after some time.
What is seen before cleaning consumes me in fear
That I am one of many unnatural acts.

“There will be times of tension,” my mother told me
When I was but a wee one, but I understood.
If I’m conscious, it can be used creatively.
Compromise and commitment are learned easily
If the focus directed is meant to make good
On avoidance of conflict. It’s how life should be.

The acquired open enemy’s thoughts are revealed
And give me confirmation ill feelings run deep
Among too awful many for fuzzy warm bliss.
I’ve encountered their cold. There is nothing I miss.
I do not own the sickness to feel hurt, then weep.
My Bopeep nonexistent requires no such shield.

How do I set the tone among people at large
For our safe interaction given what is known?
The answer, trite and meaningless, is to remain
As detached from ill harm as oneself can sustain.
The advantage I have is I’m happy alone.
I can deal with myself, and each one can take charge.

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