It was the basic idea that had us rapt. Beyond that, we were not impressed; All of the ways he waved his hands Showing us just how it would work Barely made us budge from our seats.
Something about cold made heat, About traveling with the momentum of heat, Something about a new planet A new home with granite homes Lining the horizon, the line of all things.
The children would sing their yawns at all this As would the adults; Nevertheless we sat properly captivated By the man’s prophetic commercial Because of the basic idea.
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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