At 36 years old I feel my body breaking But I have hope My hope lies, or rather stands In the fact that I don’t have the choice to give up And I am going to die Therefore every pain Is temporary Every sensation propels me Deeper into my work And my pursuit of emptiness
I’m with my familyI’m setting up a BBQI love to BBQMeat and eat and laugh andMy father had climbed too highAnd he fellHe fell flat on his faceI asked him “are you okay?”He was okayI realized that there wasNo meatNo meat to eatI proceeded to drive a carTo the storeTo buy meat
I love nowWhen I’m not in painWhen the air is freshWhen I can say “ahorita”And it might never happenNothing to do but sit or lieWhen no one is callingWhen the screen isn’t onAnd there’s no soundBut the birds
Someone I once knewSaid that people from the 1800sWere “simpler”Implying they were stupidThat they didn’t have the machinesThat we do nowFor someone’s benefitWhen they request a static solutionTo a moving problemAnd cry when tragedy strikesAnd weep not from sadnessBut from the feelingThat a machine encountersWhen it short circuitsThat immortal flesh is rottingA nurse from the …
Do you know what Knowledge is?Text on paperPaper on a text on paperIs it?Walking on a streetWalking in a forestFeeling strings and meatBetween your fingersReading text on paperLater feeling its meaningLike a revelationSo do you know what?Knowledge is
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At 36 years old
I feel my body breaking
But I have hope
My hope lies, or rather stands
In the fact that I don’t have the choice to give up
And I am going to die
Therefore every pain
Is temporary
Every sensation propels me
Deeper into my work
And my pursuit of emptiness
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