The world relies on the dead to move forward…
The world chasticizes desertions and deteriorations,
But then, why should I? I am here because there had been
Space made for me here. I am now living where one man
Had lived before. I am now breathing the air possibly breathed
By another man before. Half my prayers were written by men
Who prayed nothing before they learned how to share chants.
Half the answers to my early tests where proven correct by them,
Samely. Surely, I can offer little flowers and candles that mean
Nay to them… Their prayers are little flowers still blooming. ...Read more
What difference does it make, the differences in our worlds?
Lean into me and how different I am to you. Do not leave me
If I become my bad days. Do not stoke fire that may swallow
Or not swallow my gifts, be it, if they were addressed in delay.
Know that, unlike my stumbling self, my words and my gifts
Are pious; know only, they, of righteousness that strikes gentle,
Two fingers of yours by two fingers of mine. Two eyes of yours
Made teary and squinting by two eyes of mine. You who knew of
Scales balances me, even before you were born into the earth, to town
And tower and gate and gu ...Read more
"Tell me more about how you like to live. Tell me, tell me
About how you like to live DANGEROUSLY."
HELLO!! I am Nihility personified, and I wake to some world entranced
with whatever sort of batshit Bathsheba shading this is; or if it's some,
some fast-paced paste and go, so swoon and swoon into scooting,
and tailing for overdone stuff and over-sexed saviors I don't know,
so much build up, then nothing– a sea of nothing then cowboys
and cowgirls from another world of nothingness–
it's all just displaced replacement and a track that's full of guilt
hightailing the nonpareil crossb ...Read more