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the greatest secret of the universe is that there are no secrets except for the fact that there is all there is and one day there will not be there and you will not make it there i am so sorry but you may be gone even before this there theres i am so sorry … Continue reading
i am convinced one day these strangers will think they know me in their momentary, monumental dissatisfaction that made me dilute here in an attempt at concentration that which connects us which i believe is no more than disconnection and the time that has gone before we realize it and wish to tell someone though … Continue reading
have you ever considered that perhaps you deserve this devastation that you’ve earned the disaster like a caterpillar thick with the leaves of trees that will one day stem again emypting out of their bellies perhaps into your hands strung out as butterflies against the light that burrows into held darkness to die * i … Continue reading
reading myself again i have the unrelenting desire to kill that man but he is long since dead not with the smells of a forest captured but a single lonely tree long since forgetting what it felt like to touch the sun spread in your red rolling eyes * you take what you can give because … Continue reading
i am sorry if i hurt anyone i said to the earth and it replied don’t cry so much even though your leaking you gives new flowers old hope and hands that one day might hold their stems with a wish for someone quite and queit like you who feels so much for so little … Continue reading
i have given birth to myself three times though each was a premature laugh away from becoming a caterpillar that mistook itself for a moth or perhaps the white cotton dress it blended into after million years of evolution in the wild contained eventually in a closet of the woman who will wear it with a … Continue reading
when i was done with death i got up and sailed to the sea where there are bodies still not found still moving among the dead channels that will power televisions one day with laughter of a family fit into a couch till a green arm that knows no better after selecting a particular sofa and coming to … Continue reading
the following comprises the low in following and the fake prize in comprises * it is true that humanity is revolting at the best of times but how much better is each revolt towards the best and the truth each time we fail * these days i am not too sad which is making me … Continue reading
who are these people with their eyes closed comforted in the exhaustion of every day found in the yawning mouths of the subway who are these couples with bags off to other countries, who have packed essentials for moments that maybe i would include myself and yet who carry on without me who are these … Continue reading
I wrote this as an application to be an ambassador to the Canadian Government. I did not get selected obviously for reasons oblivious to the oblivion in me, and perhaps most importantly, in the government. * Government needs poetry. Against the anaesthetized procedures, the ready-made euphemisms, and the generality of governance, poetry saves. It questions. … Continue reading
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