I want to remember a timeA time I can’t recallBefore I was createdWay before I diedWhen words were freeAnd purity wasSome old friends got togetherTo talk and laughAt nothing reallyNot even really friendsJust an excuse to laughBefore the machines spokeAnd wroteBased on words and dataThat no one remembersOr understandsA time I can’t recallI wonder if …
My Revelation was falseIt was not realIt was the opposite of realThere were no tearsMy hair didn’t stand on endMy eyes simply blinkedI looked up and downNothing changedBut I was silentFor a whileI felt the calm resonanceOf a bellA distant bellThis isn’t a real revelation
“Turnkey” business model“Side hustle” to earnA freezer in a roomWith fine cuts from the northAnd in 24 hours of waitingYour face turns from thatFamiliar scowl to a smileBut you’re suspiciousThat you’ve been had
Filling the last pageOf a book I never expected toLast this longThe rain falls outsideOn to stone and weedsThe pool cover glistensLike a friendly frogThe trees laugh and singTheir leaves committing gentle suicideLike that Monty Python sketchAnd all the while the coffeeMaintains its steamEmanating from the brimI don’t remember whatI dreamed last nightAnd though I …
Choosing to Be Born
Choosing to be born
Emerging from infinity
To pursue the act of
Finding something to find
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Filling the last pageOf a book I never expected toLast this longThe rain falls outsideOn to stone and weedsThe pool cover glistensLike a friendly frogThe trees laugh and singTheir leaves committing gentle suicideLike that Monty Python sketchAnd all the while the coffeeMaintains its steamEmanating from the brimI don’t remember whatI dreamed last nightAnd though I …