Thursday
Banking on Cycles
During the night, there is a shift from a cicada dominant sound to a rain dominant sound that is never perceived while sleeping. I am certain the actual changeover moments are magical.
The day after a flu shot when I am just a little off and I realize that I have a baby flu. The delights of a bonus but lightweight infection should never be under appreciated. Die life, bless.
By staying a pretty close variant of the very same thing since forever I am banking on the cycles. I have always teetered a fine line between perceived perfection and obsolescence.
The life cycle slide in macro dwarfs in magnitude the annual slide of micro. I have made my peace and I have explained my plans and I have done all of my work. Live death, bless.
Tuesday
Friday
3
I.
Unnerving quiet
Still spacious
Accept cycles
Everything ends
Nothing begins
II.
Sometimes in a grocery store parking lot
An old white woman you have never met
Will offer you a quarter of a watermelon
And it is so much more progressively friendly
Than it is in any way a racial thing
III.
To get from there to here
Sometimes you have to go through
Very long & very strange tunnels
You may not be where you were going
But somewhere is better than nowhere
Tuesday
Oh My God Eight One
How a person spends their time
The depth of the love someone has
Things done for reasons
This life is a complete surprise
The depth of the disappointment someone has
Degrees of luck manipulation and magic
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