What was it like Before we had these things? Did we look one another In the face more often, Did we tire of looking into Those searching and foreign eyes?
What was it like When we knew the feeling Of the ground beneath our toes, Or of questions asked Without answers to them in our hands Like cold worms?
Maybe it was a dream Before, when we were carefree And in love with a careless earth, That sent us to where There is no turning back, Where the future answers in dust.
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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