i have been trying
to write more
but writing more about writing more
is writing less
and trying too
*
days pass
like dog’s piss
no territory unfulfilled
no yellow too cowardly
despite the jumping
and shedding
into dust
that will one day clog
up a vacuum cleaner
waste a grunt
dirty a few fingers
and swallow some space even
when i have gone
to pass other days
like that same dog
that chases the ball
forgetting it hasn’t
been thrown yet
*
give me hope
dear
for you come from
a universe
that before it became It
did not know it
but can now conceive the
wildest dreams and ideas
like an endearing universe
that gives hope
from nothing
and from little nothings too
like holding your
hand if only
for a short while
in the scheme of things
that seem quiet hopeless
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