Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
He came back
To find us doing much the same
As when he left us
Came back and whispered
A few indecipherable words
To the deaf
Came back and performed
A few hackneyed magic tricks
For the blind
Walked on water
To hear everyone say
Plastic kept him afloat
Traveled to hell
Heard his flaring name
On blaring news programs
He said Get behind me
And everyone already
Followed behind
He rose
To the occasion
Of others' stumbling, fainting
He rose
So that we might fall
Into deeper misunderstanding of him
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. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust
Oh, that last line. Yes.
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Thank you, Stacey! Your affirmations are a gift to me.
I hope your days are brilliant.
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