Do not lament when that time comes,
when you stare off and random songs
come in pieces playing through your skull--
after a while the tinny voices
of the song you stayed with for a full verse
become no more than a humming
in the background that slightly tickles
your ears at the back--
when just after you were so impressed
with the energies of the body
it wants to collapse,
when you become all orifice
for taking in, when you have nothing
to give, not even to the neighbor’s son
when he comes over and asks whether he can play
a song on your piano: they might be the simplest,
they might be the most beautiful
precisely because of their simplicity,
times when nothing really matters,
whether it matters or not,
like a dead zone,
a desert, maybe,
in between two warring continents.
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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