There is no solution
To a thing like being covered in tarry despair
Searching for respite in sticky flowers
Melting further into your hand than into the soil.
The planet feels it, and surely other planets
Feel it too, the wobbled curve
Of adventuring into nowhere with no idea
Where the other side begins, what it means
To glimpse at a total life on the horizon
Fractally multiplied
Rushing when your life halts,
Calling it quits when you're full of fury.
The soul of it all an epic decay
Until that nameless flower gets to be
A flower again, covered in nothing
But itself, such as it is.
The flowering dismal brilliance of human beings,
When they behold a flower
And even from this small sticky thing
Gasp and tremble and feel the floor plummet.
Published by Richard Q
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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