Easy Evil

The easy evil of our unthinking
The easy evil of our unfeeling
We are the stones we throw at glass houses
In which we live without looking out for

Ourselves, without looking in for ourselves,
Just to catch a glimpse, to sound out our hearts,
To challenge the numb that makes us so un,
Unspeakably so unseekingly un

We live backwards into unbecoming
And so undo most of what might have been,
Dwindle to less and less, closed against love,
Unaware closed fists are so self stingy

Open the palm to read the lines of life
That lead to the weal of thought and feeling