this world is out of
order
my mind doesn’t fit in
here––
maybe i need and eternal
rest
every breath is a
contradiction
my world/our world
may be the only living
world––
is so mortal, so invincibly
strong, brave &
fragile
infinite space cannot contain our
desires or our loneliness
does that/who
i am/we are really
matter?
what is more sacred than
kindness?
a breezy day in mid summer on
earth––
a calm blue sky
embraces the extravagant limbs
of immortal
trees