The delicate nature of Being

It's a rainy day........

again.


Lets:

stay inside



& listen to music from our youth



& take apart a bouquet of flowers



& hang them out to dry



& record their intricate beauty in our camera



& live as if we are already these 'accomplished' people we long to be



& not just nobody sitting around filling up spaces in time



& then think what a ridiculous thought that is




& continue on with the day, stringing words together simply to delight our own selves




Like this:


Organs of sense


confess the scattered



light of death



what is false pretense



massed together with heart & soul?



only the fervor of fight & love



so press onward everlasting corruption



discern all things by their roots



lop off that which twitches its toes
& slaughter doubtless minglings



for among the living trunk




of the bereft nature
of the sudden'ness of Life



wishes are granted to those who are You



Yeah.