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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.