We turn into us.
Things will eventually fall apart and fall into place
We our self create the chaos in our effort to create order
I am not the same as my offspring or my parents and it is a maze
You can see in my face it’s both true and a lie on the Border
Some people build Towers that shine at first and then crumble
The print and marks that create wealth and poverty, they deliver
Some people touch the heart of others and shine forever so humble
The impact they have on us marks the truth in real value that shiver
We turn into us
We feel the crush
So don’t you hush
We fall into us
The possibility in us as tools or as means make me cry ever so sad
To question the power and whom it belong has no meaning to my thinking
The opportunity to be a better human should not be so hard or even bad
The taste of Paradise lay beyond any comprehension in our making
We never really disappear into oblivion but end up in the same place
Turn your back on everyone, still you face them in the end without order
We are not here to separate us from them who is us in our face
Can’t you tell from what you already have seen lying here on the Border
We turn into us
We feel the crush
So don’t you hush
We fall into us.
For the reader , ” We turn into us ” , captures the quintessential Jan Christian Sorensen in full poetic flow .The work itself is an example of his existential metier and accomplishments.
Poignant and incisive.