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.
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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