Some dumb idea
Persuaded him it would be fine
If he burned the earth with his last match
And helped the flames with fuming laughter
It would be alright, okay
If on the same day he told himself
None of the lies told to him since childhood
Paraded every genuine gremlin through the soot
Until they were all tuckered
Their empty throats thrashed
From shouting all night about nothing
Into the transformed twisted face of nothing
Their own faces whipped by storms
Meterorological faces
Reviewing countless past cataclysms
Portending through clouds of richer clouds
It was fine
If he lost faith in the earth that moment
If the earth whispered to him hoarse as ash
Your indecisiveness is killing me
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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