thing theory
all are just these props
our heartbeats untranslated
iconoclasm
To Paddle One's Canoe Over Still Waters
Seeming storylines are child's play
Appearing to you like 'tis
something funny
Out of our little trembling political
situation
If only stars are the silent majority
They must twinkle—endlessly, without a noise
No matter how far we are,
theoretically
The light year spanned space-time
to have brought
me to you
—wondering, now, if vice versa is
also
true
In a sense of delight that had made
young lovers swoon
'Tis a mother's loving caress to a
newborn
A perfect love of Astrological
compatibility
And forever they will
choose to share lovingkindness
—to each other & for others.
—
As well.
down you go
spinning down
this contaminated pool
of ignorance
and soaring through
a cloud of naivity
or perhaps indifference.
your carelessness
is contagious.
soon enough
you will see
once i too stop trying.
deliberate or not
whether it is something that you thought
or haven't yet caught
your actions
or lack thereof
shatter my heart.
It was a hot day, I think,
as I watched the spider eat the fly.
Someone else may have turned away,
or killed the spider and set the fly free.
But not me.
I watched as the spider ate the fly.
As I ate myself.