brief bang

in the penitentiary

i freed my mind

with the time to think

without the body bowing

down to slaves of schedule

and the whip of a blanket

at night

that offers rest

from the mined mind

racing

doing horrible things

to horrible people

horribly

all to sleep in peace

and do it all again

in the morning

excuse me

i’m late

do you mind

*

the universe knows

of nothing

for it was born into it

like us

born out of it

an empty space that

turned us inside out

and nurtures little spots

left unfinished since the time of creation

that can never be made whole

no matter who enters

outside in

to begin it all

again

*

the lightning calls out

with the brief brilliance of the sun

to the night

for a friend

but only the thunder answers laughing

as all else run away

to their homes

and friends

to warn them of

the storm coming

*

the truest truth is truly:

life’s short

live long

the falsest false is falsely

that

we know

we know

that

we know

that