Updated: Mar 27, 2018
it carries like influenza
this fatigue
asking and realizing
the pointlessness
the uselessness
mine, infested
by self-satisfied
reliance on a
structural integrity
at the cost
of my own
I couldn’t build this chair if I wanted to—
an aggregate of accolades
and other flotsam
how was I made useless?
maybe I blame
my parents
I’ve even sat in this chair before,
and still I could not build it.
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a