All of us are trees At the trunks it is calm Denizens can traverse their girth With slowness Vines and weeds and flowers Can spring up around them With sureness and room for growth With enough bending and patience To fit beneath every hoof and paw While providing food for the birds Who huddle around the towers with reverence
Whereas at the top it is all chaos and contest Flowers grow up there too Vying to possess the sun Up there the respective branches of the trees Drum against the soft skin of the wind Against each other too In the insane and nearly silent hope That there can be victory In the very place where victory is questionable Where there is only the temporary Necessary illusion that one thing overcomes another.
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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