we bounce around like free radicals
in our flesh, bones, and blood world
tricked into keeping time…
like there are such things as
beginnings and endings. startings and stoppings.
we have always been
our energy… part of the spurting spitting gases swirling
in a universe we claim to be ubiquitous
we deny what we know
and keep asking “what does it mean”
in our primal screams
is anybody listening? there must be fucking somebody. listening.
there are no clues… we are desperate to unlock our chemistry
there are no rules… we are desperate to map our minds
the textbook universe doesn’t give answers
but stars. there to read
gods. there to seek.
worlds. there to explore
moving towards life. or light?
all our heartaches and no one will remember us
in our constructs of 50 or 60 or 100 years.
all those we love, lose, or turn away from…
all those individual dramas and epiphanies
will move and melt into a cosmic quilt…
that sucks us all up in the end. including time.
cause time only matters when you’re breathing.
god. it’s lonely without my dog.
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i’m just thinking. people are amazing in good ways. i just wanted to say that.
So very sorry about your dog.
poor you
here
A dog wearing a cat suit.
check it
boom whap diggity
Sorry for your loss…
🙁
I drew you a new picture the other night, though…was just waiting to post it here –
loved this pf8
I’m totally on your wavelength but I never would have come up with such beautiful words to express it.
Off to bed for me. To melt into my cosmic quilt… yeah!