Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Where is that beautiful and lonesome whistling coming from, winding among the palms and telephone wires? It stopped me and my airs amid all the other noise of the world, and as quickly faded as it came. Then it came again, and it was accompanied by an orchestra. Or I thought it came again….
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