Nothing is clear at the end

If she were a brush
I’d be her stroke
If the world was a canvas
Our love would be the colors
A painting is not a
          representation of a moment
it is more than the sum of it’s parts
                      --a reconstruction & a projection—
                      paradox
as is love
                       --one added to one will always be two—
           and I’ve lost count

focus.

how to use:

as common as carbon is a poetic stream of consciousness.
there are 3 categories of “poems”:

(i) heteroglossic synesthesia (complete poems)
(ii) hobonyms (words with no homes)
(iii) mind jerky (thoughts to chew on)

after reading a poem you have 3 options to “turn the page”

“RANDOM” – takes you to a random poetic expression
#hastags – take you to another random poem with the same theme or motif
#category – takes you to a random poem in the same category

“no one can step in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and they are not the same person” – possibly Heraclitus

just as no one can step in the same river twice, no one can have the same experience of “as common as carbon” twice