Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
For My Zach
We loved for no particular reason
You loved the silhouette and shade of a man
I loved the loss & return of a world
Then lost & lost again & again & again
Without the slightest scrambling or desperation
So when the stars clap their last exclamation
Across the human realm, we will laugh
At them or with them as the occasion
Calls out to us with our improvised love
Without demonstration, save the relentless proof
The heart alchemizes as though ex nihilo.
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. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust