“Babylon is nothing but an infinite game of chance”
Are we nothing but a brainbehind a mask?If there was anall-merciful Godthere would be no hellif there was anAlmighty planthere would be no free will if space is infinitetime is infiniteand language is infinitely productivewhy do weparadoxically-perpetuallydeal with the finite?
Why do your eyes come to mind
in times of solemn reverie?We found solace in our sorrows,but we could not share.We opened old wounds,and cut new ones.Everything red-hotor ice-cold.Like your lipsand your eyes.
Some Shit
When at last I close my eyes,and my mind removes me from my currentreality,and tries to decide what to think upon,the concept ofyouarises.Why?I don’t know.I try to label it:guilt?syzygy?that ever presentbut never mentionedbond?I just don’t know.
you told me that my voice would be heard
and though I have no belief in prophecies-convincing utterances-your assurance is appreciated.it’s been a long time since mywaking dreams have beenfantasticwonderfulhopefulI have so little of thatso, regardless of your intentions,thanks,it helped.Why did those words help?Or, the real question,why do your words help?is it our agreed temporality?(facades still impress upon us)is it your conviction?(say anything convincingly […]
There was nothing
In my dream I could paint
the consequence more illustriousthan the originala glorious magnificent representation even I was shocked at theprecision of my depiction why was it youI chose to showmy fantastic achievement tois lost in my subconscious the circinate strokes were blacksurrounding a nucleic absenceset against an ominous backdrop I don’t knowwhy you were thereor whether you caredI don’t know […]
defied descriptors
Am I scared of the past?Am I scared of the future?Am I scared of you?Am I scared of myself?Am I selfish?Sometimes that seems the most likelyIt’s strange to thinkthat 3 free morphemes6 phonemesone or two secondsof vocal reverberationjust a bit ofdisplaced aircauses so much anxietyit’s so easy to sayusually…but not last night. I offered,support,encouragement,hope,logical comfort,but […]
When words come slowly practice your handwriting
ink on the pageis an actor on stagebut words aren’t always truelike a guitar slightly out of tunemetaphors and analogiespainting with imagerycan we createor only imitatereduplicate?is choice an illusionbecause everything is determinedor am I just lost in confusion man instills meaning and valuebut what does value mean?are we all aloneor are we a team?what have […]
