Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
No
hope anywhere
but where hope
has never been
where it is impossible
for hope to root itself
some eternal-long
stretch of arid waste
where hope is besieged
or forgotten, numbed
a conquered, colonized land
where hope has been
exterminated
all treaties settled
on hopelessness
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