who is death?
no enemy of time, only consequence
a neutral effect of life
life affected by the nature of its being
i question death
as only life i know for certain
only where i am
only passage.
to trickle into watery thought
is to break the boundaries
of certainty
but who are we to know for certain?
...
joy, where have you gone?
my mind is too busy pretending to
be important...
the fall comes late here as i sit with pricks of insecurities salting my thoughts too sharply. the taste (its potency) blazes over every spice of life and numbs reception to all other flavors. God, ea
gently softly fixed we cry stagnant in our offering the way is blocked is fogged over by insert what you will trigger release remembrance the gaze of Light into disheveled corners where any which way
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be