Their faces never looked worse

Their faces never looked worse
Than when they were lost,
Reading the prompts like letters from god
But no god there,
Not in these thunderstorm worries
Of death here or loss and death there
No, the god still laughs and dances
Over our faithlessness, laughs
In the smallest things, in the invisible,
Tells the lame to walk,
Laughs in the facelessness of viruses.

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