(2013)
we are nearly always a world which almost
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
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