We are
merely vacuoles
Floating
holes of emptiness
Trying to
hoard as much nonsense as possible to feed our irrelevance
Debris.
And a globe
Spinning,
spinning, spinning.
Paradoxical
and massive and complex
So that when
we zoom out our universe is a marble within a greater universe.
And humans.
Dust.floating.
Significant
only in thought, in being, in soul.
Neverquitedecipheringbetweenlogicandfeelingsandviceanvirtue
Speaking
words and understanding them like they are a n
y th I n g b
u t m e
s s es
and p I xel
s o f
I n k . ..
.
D-isjoint/ed -th…ou’ght,s
A beautiful
chaos of aspiration so possible that our minds can’t quite have
faith in them
Too good to
be true
We Let, Go,
Greedy,
cruel, lustful,
We are not
convinced to do good merely because and for the sake of good.
We are quite
the cynics.
But then a baby’s slight, innocent, toothless
smile that looks into the air like there is something more beautiful out there
that our tainted eyes cannot see. Their grab at the air like there is something
there to catch. Their sleeping face that’s more peaceful than we can ever
remember being even though we’ve lived years and they’ve lived a few days.
Makes it all
worth it.
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