I'm not afraid of apathy
And that makes me a fit
To be who I Be in this world
(Thank God)

That choice to be unafraid of a current
many run from -
It makes me choose to ride any wave with devotion
Knowing there is A Point where it all meets
Where it all comes together

Every single time.
Only always
Never Not

Not being afraid of Apathy
I am not either afraid of Joy of Grief
Rage is apathy's brother
I've learned to become his friend
I love him
I love pleasure, too
She is another Sibling of them both

I know from my travels that those with the most apathy hold the most rage
The most lightness
And the most outrageous laughter
The most ridiculous joy

Is joy that is having an afternoon slumber,
any less of itself?
I think not

To be my role
And play my part with honesty

I must be immersed with apathy
Which holds all eruptions
And is the pathway to all redemptions
I've learned to look it in the eye
Unafraid - because I know God is in there
Somewhere

S/he
Always
Is.

I am not afraid of apathy
But I do Feel apathy
From time to time
And therein lies the difference between me and me
My soul and my vessel
My doubt and my certainty

Right there
In that place
Is my faith

Where I feel my feelings (pretty regularly, as of late)
And Be my self
Hoping (knowing, creating, praying)
that someday soon
Because of a soul movement I do or don't make
I trigger an impulse
In one or another human
To dance his souls song
Like there is no Tomorrow
Because there isn't

I am not afraid of apathy
But apathy is sure afraid of me
I shake him out of his reverie
With words he will never understand with his mind
And touch that only his heart and soul will interpret

With work that is art
that is edgy, illogical,

and
with a scream
That will only not wake One man:

A man who already died
And went to heaven.