Forced to stay silent Swallow the merciless white Pills on our countertop Left for us by the league
Stay inside until it is over They will say with their feet Pressed unwavering against the door Forced to stay inside
While outside children are dancing on flames And cockroaches cover their faces Like morning dew forced to show Before the earth is ready
Forced to silliness for nourishment Red-blue-spotted disasters all of them On the menu every course Defining food for coarse tongues
Animals like humans unsuited for such fare Will flare their snouts at the thought Of swallowing something so insignificant So deadly or so full of trouble
As to put every conceivable world in alarm Ringing like Icelandic singers From out the middle of what we guessed Was never anywhere at all
Some deft picture of the world where If you need stitching you find it If you need purpose weave it out of dumbness If you need an edge to the night
The night encompassing the thousand centers Of the ruthless blinking of night and day Call it radiation or some other conundrum Then move on like it never happened
Build to the sky Dream up angels in the penthouses Swimming in scandals above And insist the sky does not fall
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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