The Hidden Obvious

Shoot for the moon
Only to be stationed,
Quarantined, though
Not infected, always
Suspected.

Lift off to the heavens
And to the stars (not
Planetary Mars)--the
Search for a sphere
Of hope.

Earthen hope, yet set
Again aflame, angered
Souls, souls raising
Hell--the commotion, a
Controlled chaos risk
Assessment.

The flight taken, fleeing
Gravity, the weight of
Consequences, contains
Wishes, dreams of
Effortlessness--as

The Sun rises and
Disappears into the
Horizon, as all are
Trained, ingrained to
Mete and mitigate
Fault, to find the

Ways and means
Necessary to
Alleviate
The struggle

As responsibly as possible.