The elephant kept asking me the same question
When I came upon the beast in the forest
It kept asking whether any of my children
Cared about its fate to which I responded I have no children.
The elephant kept asking me the same question
Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
The elephant kept asking me the same question
When I came upon the beast in the forest
It kept asking whether any of my children
Cared about its fate to which I responded I have no children.
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
Lots of layers here, painted with few words. Nice!
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The elephant shows up a lot. The elephant is in more than the room! Thank you, always.
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