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...
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
waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn
amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming