​When I was in uetero
my mother’s heart
would soothe me.
Then came that violent
disconnection,
an event known as
birthing.
Now I walk barefoot
soaking up electrons
from Mother Earth,
a process some call
earthing.
Creation is a violent
act, life explodes
into being.
It requires an equal
and opposable force,
a Peace,
to soothe the rawness
of all the pain
We are seeing.
The disconnection
from the self
and others,
the body,
to which the soul
does cleave,
is rendered
out of balance,
skewed,
on the mind, body, spirit
continuum
from forces that would
reeve.
Rob us of vitality
and like a cancer,
metastasize,
until we are no more than
protoplasmic automatons

waiting for
our time to die.
Life is the result
of billions of things
that must happen
precisely,
and against enormous
odds.
We all must make
our peace with existence
whether through
nothingness,
God,
or gods.

M. Zane McClellan

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*Published on THE BeZINE; December 2016

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