I think I'll take a warm bath
And let the water decide what happens to me next
Whether it will slide over and into my infinity
Moist divinity
Whether it will take my choicest sins
Into the basins with it
To wait to be welcomed to spin into wine
So that diners find succor
Pucker their sipping lips over it
Before praising the amenities
And creating gods and ways to dance for them
Decide whether I am worthy of water
Or worthy to taste the tasteless in the wine
Worthy to dissolve into it
Until my skin is as filthy or clear as it is
Until all the answers to the sphinx
Find in me their sole solution
Rather bathing in me than walking on seas.
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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