by candlelight one breathes the air that ignites your bones
pouring pitter patter into the shapes we call our dreams
there’s a magical mystery tour dying to take you away
have you ever thought about that?
you could

the mighty giant laughs while rolling stones
the fairy floats and the lions lay with lambs
in your imagination, there is a place called memory
and you can remember everything
if you want it to

dance with the grass
sing with the crickets
rock to the beat of the rhythm drum
it’s not january anymore,
and it’s not today in timbuktu

if you want to, you can sail across the sun
make peace with the ages and call your own self home
it doesn’t really matter anyway
the dots keep connecting
even while you’re gone

and when you come back down again,
you can step out to the garden
you can stand with your feet in the grass
feel the breeze and bask in the light
the flowers grow when you’re around
they crave the smell of you

alas, you sit in your corner
and wait for the tides to turn
waiting for someone to take you away
but the tides have turned
and you can sail

can’t you?

january
february

march
april
may

saturday
sunday
just another day

so yet I have no songs to sing
no aspirations that I dream

there is a thing called Wanderlust
an aspiration I don't touch

if I cannot be right here
I can't, in fact, be anywhere
I'll always be locked in my mind
looking for treasures I won't find

and still I reach for something more
my ship, it never goes ashore
and I adore

the mystery

TALES OF ORDINARY MADNESS

like an american
I show my pride in black and white
a colored world has a divide
a sandcastle, it never fits
inside the box of wind and mist
but still I set my flame alight
and fall into the dark

dark
night

oh the things i need to do
to write
to scream
i need to go to the gym
to eat healthy
breathe more
be More

i need to stop asking why
start asking when?
or how?

what does a mother do with her children
she nurtures
and waits.

oh, how the fate it wants to turn
i just sit and watch and drink

the greatest soldier can rip apart an army
i, on the other hand, can’t think about another hand
i only have two

and that is enough for me

every man must rise and fall and rise and fall again
until they fall forever
the Great descent
isn’t it a contest?
to contest the common way?
me on my journey
i’m yearning, straining to be free
but i’m fixated, suffering
a cycle
a soldered wheel
do i want to?
do i want to get off?
the bottom; terror
the top is always a promise
a promise that i love to keep

a man who thinks doesn’t know
a man who knows doesn’t think

that’s what they say

and yet,
to simply



be

what a chore

here we go again

I didn't know there was a lesson in the world
I didn't know there was a growing tree
I didn't know there were bright blue flowers
all I knew was you were you
    and I was me

i'd forgotten how the sun feels as it shines
i'd forgotten all the music, how it plays
I'd forgotten how the books would tell a story
all I wanted was for you to speak my name

i'd lost myself amidst the burning fire
i found myself again amongst the sea
I cannot fathom how I lost so many hours
now I finally can say that I am free

it took so long for me to just remember
it took so long for me to start to see
my words are all I have and so I whisper:
"it was something in the way you spoke to me"

thank you for the thoughts that I found after
thank you for the way you shared your truth
if it weren't for you, I feel inclined to say
i would have gladly just sat down, remained aloof

your hands feel foreign
when you touch me
but familiar all the same,
it's the price we pay
what is it like to be you
long, slender, knowing

still

for only a moment
ever changing
it's the fire within you

i don't have to remember anymore
your touch is known
and it's a constant i am willing to keep

consistency, does it make the heart grow fonder?
if I can predict the future, can i prepare?

you say fate?
nothing is never known

i could hold your place
it lingers in the shadows
waiting for another chance

to burn

five years is far away
but it's closer than yesterday

i open up my temple
to you and you alone
come inside

clementine
you are gone
dreadful sorry
you are dead
not asleep
you've gone to swim and play
with the fish, down in the deep
it's my soul you keep
clementine
what happened to that girl i used to know
you had to go
had to leave
some would say it was your destiny
some would say it was your fate
i fear i learned to swim too late
the ducks won't stop
it's on repeat
i hear it when i'm mining
i see it when i sleep
clementine
please come back home
i'm all alone
clementine
i'll come to you
with this world, i'm through
goodbye, my darling
i'll see you again
fear not, my haven
you're just around the riverbend

once there was a little seed
that rode the wind
and softly
kissed
the
ground


what happened next?
i cannot say

something new

it gets crowded, murky
then it's gone
leaves behind dirt

now that i think of it

it never was

the bang didn't create the space it created the stuff
there was all that space sitting around waiting for the inevitable
waiting and waiting to be opened up into &
all that was left to happen happened
what a relief
chain of events - action to reaction to reaction
was there any other way?
big little ***** imploding over and over again for so long
burning burning burning
until they Xploooooode and turn into something new again
a real delight
all that power and rock marbles always coming back around
or gas giants soaring. tenants playing make-believe
what are we to do today?
look at the crater moon, did you ever want to be an astronaut?
all systems are go - lucy says kick kick

oh it doesn't matter because there's a banana peel on the floor
if you don't watch out you're gonna slip
it's going to feel good when your buttox hits the floor
and the cat eats your tongue

i'm hungry and you're right here so let me take my clothes off
oh wait no they're fine but i am going to the bathroom afterward

how much are these?

it's a **** shame people don't use pennies anymore
especially when we made a promise to abraham

lincoln laughs
i wanna hear the things
the whole jingle

that would be awful
to throw away the whole penny
oh man
it's like not drinking any ***** at the nice restaurant

oh well i like wine anyway

i don't know why they are still stumbling
i told them to hide the wallet
but now we're in a whole new neighborhood
that's gotta count for something, right?

where are you going?
out to the driveway to grab the other one

ok let's get rid of our dressing room
let's get rid of everything
palm trees

they don't look like me?
would you like to come with us>
awesome
so what happened

i'm good

hold on i'm thinking about doing this laundry
i left the packaging on the plastic dolphin
it's hot out here

we arrived
close your eyes
it hurts you when you have expenses

don't revert
turn it off
i did

but i can make an opinion

but it doesn't anoint you with the bad karma
so i stick with what's real and hope the ripples get back in time

i never thanked you for passing me the torch
like i can see now

they feel good around my wrists
and i like the bruises

it's okay you're not under arrest let me see your passport
i'll take you there
no concern in the nothing
the perpetual stare into the abyss

admit it
you won't find what you are looking for
but you'll have a **** good time trying

open that door and you'll see

here's the torch

but i won't close the door

if you could please

that would be beneficial

I'm listening

it's already there

all already allllllalllready

can you feel them listening







-if you could please give me a moment of your time I have something to ask of you am not sure what but if you would could you please give me some of that moment then it would be beneficial




I have nothing to give if that's what you're asking of me

you don't
you do

provide the moments and you're set

moment by moment by moment

setting things into action

and then you're following them by command

there is no safety in
anything
but results
results results results
don't make a conclusion
you're wrong
all conclusions are doubtful and they smell bad
wafting in from somewhere over there far away
uncertainty is where the fortune lies
the birds don't sing
the sun doesn't rise
the water doesn't flow
don't make conclusions
and you can bridge the gap
(maybe)

pressure filling up my lungs
diffusing through my capillaries
and into my blood

take me where i need to go
on your best behavior
always following the path of diffusion
least resistance effortless grace destiny

lowest to highest
and we do it all over again

your eyes are breathing and diffusing and melting through my soul
here this is a matter of fact option or a loosely held belief or a miracle
but i don't really know yet
you are here with me
and that's enough
you feel like oxygen to me
i was drowning
now i can breathe again


(
but only sometimes
(
when the time is right )
all the other times are meaningless
too much logic
but can you ever have enough?
addicted to the acquisition
listen to the sound )

first thing we need to understand here
what is this so called good life
and how do you get one
well you don't because that doesn't exist
but then you get this positive outlook and it says
"hey this is a good life"
so you keep it around for awhile
but is that outlook even logical?
there is no such thing as good
so it's all a bunch of rotten bologna
autopilot is driving
but it can't see anything
it's just taking me
so i'm in the car
going
fine
but i don't want to have a good life
i want to live

we are safe here
among the fern fronds
among the cigarette smoke
-you can not move-
you can not go from here
not now, anyway
i can not stay
but i do and i feel all the better for it
i try to reason myself out of this mess
"you have feet" i say
"you have feet and you don't need shoes"
"you don't need anything but money"
when that doesn't work i move to reconciliation
you did not get what you asked for
you got something better
this is why the leaves turn brown in the fall
why the caged bird sings
circles are round and butterflies never fall, they float
all the way down
no conveniently built staircase
how do you get back up again?

the wind blows you into me
for the first time in so long
i remember what it feels like to be close to your body
"i am here with the stars and you"
we are all here together

you look me in the face and i can feel your fire within me
this is good
better than i imagined
but still i hesitate
uncertain futures and all that
but for now it feels alright
i am breathing again with you
here in the moment
and i like it more than i should
more than i want to
i can't wait to feel your real touch
the kind that wraps around my body and turns me into a butterfly
i want to fly
you do too
i can see it in your eyes
in your lips
in your words
don't kiss me goodnight yet
you are what i've been waiting for
tomorrow we begin

now i know why
i couldn't understand you
takes more work
to understand what you are
less to understand what isn't
hello again
undeniable failure
we meet again to carry on
fix the cricks and cracks and make something out of it
this is what the helix looks like in motion
personification they call it i call it incarnation
always the same old loop
only up and up into higher dimensions
wheel of samsara
we will ever get out
forever
and we never stay still
something to be said here
i knew it would all come together
it always does
<<<(((>>>))) vector valued functions
and cosine waves and choreography
representation of me in dimension 1
here you go
you get what you came for
you get what you paid for
circular motion
we ride the waves over and over and over again
most everyone i know is stuck in some kind of frozen time clock
~sometimes it's easier to let it all run together~
sometimes you see them and they see you but you can't ever reach across
i want to give you this, give you that but the great divide is too large i've found
you've got to jump on your own
then the moving ones are either moving too fast or too slow and so you ride along alone on your little boat and take it all in
at the finish line none of it matters anyways
but if you insist on being first, be my guest
have all the blue ribbons
i'll take the red
can you ever really stop once the motion starts?
i don't want to anyway
sometimes i feel like i'm never going anywhere then i check
woah - way down stream
an object in motion:
where you're going
every action:
where you end up
i am not combustible
i am combustion

the clothes hang down like they're tryna reach the floor
but no they can't, no they can't anymore

the spots hang around, they aint never cleaned
they just go, yeah they just go unseen

it's that time of the day of the month of the year
we pack up our things and we head to the pier
there aint nothing left to say or to do or to feel
we ate our belongings, we had our last meal

and it was good but it wasn't too great
the school bus was coming but it came on too late
and that's what they call rendezvousing with fate

that's what they call eating shrimp from a bucket
there's dirt on the floor in middle Nantucket

but there aint never a good way to say goodbye
there are planets in the heavens and bats in the sky

the lights were on but we're turning them off
we're taking our things and watching them scoff

there's land and there's earth and there's sea and there's sky
but there aint never, no there aint never a good way to say goodbye

so we don't
and we won't

in suburbia there are no dogs
only knuckle sandwiches and unclean litter-boxes
the mailman comes every day at two
only to keep on going
once there was lemonade stands and yard sales
now piling junk and rotting fruit
we stack all the flat bicycle tires up and climb to the sun
only to fall back down again
sometimes we can smell the stench from the landfill 4 hours from here
or two minutes - depending on how you get there
everyone has a car
nobody has a jack-o-lantern
anymore
the grass is starting to get tired of eternity
"i never signed up for this" they say
the windowsills are planes of dirt
<4, 2>
ladybug carcass heading to rotterdam
i think the sun burned all the stars away
the snow that used to fall now sinks into the ground
listen close to hear the drab hum of the political gurus speaking in tongues
exponential growth, i think
from nowhere to somewhere to nowhere in ten seconds flat
paperboys, sandbuckets, travelling salesman
telescopes, watering cans, wagon wheels
nannies, idle time, hide and seek

now everyone's got something important to say
but not to the gods
only to heaven

maybe there are dogs in suburbia
but that's all there is
anymore

the world is my shepard
and i will follow you
to the place of no return
after the integration stops and i am whole again
deciduous, i call it
the shedding of the skin
over and over until i am whole again
until the emptiness becomes that which it is not
factor and regurgitate
can you hear the echo like a wildebeest
kissing the noses softly
but i am alone
right where i want to be
in the center of the landfill
take my money
but you can't take my home
you can't take my home
one day you will remember

once i was a turtle in Galapagos
didn't go very far with that
i turned around and life was done
so i became a cat

the lives were very many then
i had around, well, nine
and once i climbed into a tree
and scampered down just fine

and after that i was a bat
and then became a 'roo
i didn't last too long again
because of lion in the zoo

along the way i had much fun
i scarcely can recall
up and down and up and down
the leap before the fall

a martyr lives within the walls
sits atop the tattered throne
the beat beat beat of the rhythm drum
so swift it's almost imperceptible
collosal fields together they roam
innocent, dangerous
filled with magnitude and grace
there is no where to go but hither
no air to breathe
wind to howl
earth to shake
only nigh
never would they want to stop the dance
never they would
from the time the stoplights say go
and the engines start revving
always better yet
and never quite actually intended
oblivious, almost
to the very threat that haunts their fragile bones
whistles screaming in the distance forevermore
spare me today, earth mother
but not tomorrow
for i am nothing without my shadow

queen of sulfur
of action
of always going somewhere that isn't here
king of manipulation
i've got it
we're here
it's done
let's make up a story
queen sulfur and king manipulation are lovers
bad ones
king manipulation stole sulfur's heart
with no effort
before she even knew it was happening
and then boom
she knows it
i have been manipulated she describes
and here's the thing about sulfur
she's a little reactive
clippy clop don't stop
yeah that kind of thing
so she's doing and he's trying
without doing anything at all
finally sulfur decides to flip the script on him
he knows it, of course, tries to stop it
doesn't understand, acts like it anyway
he knows a lot of things but he doesn't know everything
king you must know best she replies
and king agrees

the symphonic forest grows without restraint
if you listen you can feel the pulse
from the center of symphony
though never could you reach it
the force sending you back from the edge of imagination
time and time again
if the heart stops, the symphony stops
then there are no edges
which means there is only Cause To Be and no will
no guiding lines
if you were somebody else you could not reach the heart
because the heart does **** or be killed
never would it trust a conscious Self
the mere possibility of manipulation and everything speeds up
the song is playing faster, harder now
beats are coming closer together
wolves are on the prowl and the cougars have awoken.
the pulse is moving through you, with you, taking you back each time
all the while it feels like you're moving forward
it's the perpetual challenge
get from the guided to the non-guided
yeah you can't do that when you're being guided
the consciousness is separate from the heart
has choice
power
facilitation
heart, deliberate reaction, no possibilities
only what will happen
you can always keep trying

divergence divergence
meet me at ten
i could kiss your monotone lips, your lighted eyes
in your quick glances a grander feeling
floating like a feather in spite of you
effortless
by your command, your suggestion, your guidance
working on up through towards never equaling infinity
resistance creates a larger *****
but resist we try as we make room for the never-coming
i know you see right through (but not in)
and it's a **** good thing because the message isn't clear
computing, comparing, contrasting still
deliberate derivation, patient integration
a mistake i would make again
to feel the security of then
and the ever-outstanding promise of the rendezvous

an object in motion tends to stay in motion
rolling on since the dawn of dawn itself
never a convergence,
only a continuance of what will have been
teacher, what happens when the wheel stops turning?
"actually it never stops
the wheel keeps going on and on and on"
when it does, the wheel has never turned before
(or something like that)
let me think a spell

perpetual motion, a mighty mistake
only nothing can keep up with itself
does a **** good job of it too
"what are you waiting for?"
what's already there
lounging around
like the desert cat waiting for the next meal
top of the food chain
or maybe the bottom, if you see it that way

it's possible to be addicted to the advantage of paradoxical thinking
the most meaningful questions can never be asked
only proposed, reinstated every time
keep stacking blocks

i explained to myself that i don't have to explain myself to you
why would i
who are you anyways
all i know is who i am
and who i am not
is what i'm still trying to figure out
given time
and a little bit of miraculous mundanity
you can bet your bottom dollar
i will
that's all folks
we have arrived at the beginning of the end
again

i'll play with the letters tomorrow
when i have something to think about
more to give
less energy blockage in my root
let's get the blood flowing
overdue and underpaid
apples ripe and ready for the picking
let them rot
spin me around myself
i like the feeling of night
the concept of dreaming
indigo moving freely through spacetime
who are you when you are in my mind
a storyteller i am the puppeteer
off with their heads!!!
can we see the amazon from there
oh no we're too close maybe we should back up
move to timbuktu
when the time is right, you say
he likes real
i like a sufficient imagination
and more wisdom to make up for what i lack
such a child i am such a baby i am an embryo
zero experience
all talk no action
you know how it goes
listen to the rhythm of the flow
when there is breath there is real
i like the words to express
but no energy to care
at the moment
pure stream-of-consciousness
i said
tomorrow may be different

blood only pours out of the eyes for a moment
then next tragedy but crying nevermore
how can the balance be managed
specify the step by step
and i will follow you to the place of no return
yes i said that
i don't want to know the finish line
i want to know the now
how to implement
what it means
if it really matters in the first place
take nothing seriously, but everything in stride
is that really the end game
not even yourself
not even me
i am tired of running out of energy
i am tired of running out of time that drags on
bomb the stakes if it makes the wheels start running again
there are better ways to do things
rust can be conquered with acid
prevented with oil
so many people thinking they know it all
where were you when the walls came crashing down
not you, they
when the city lights still burned but for all the wrong reasons
what can you do now then do it
not you, they
i create for me
expression of the artist
i mask the death with breath
hide the pain with plasticity
i can make it to the finish line
because i will myself there every moment, a modulation
step by step i tell myself
i take myself
while you prance to and fro
when respect is shown
i will take you
and i will listen

meandering ever closer as the time wears thin
a masquerade
can you hide behind what isn't there
a moment
a memory
a medallion
congratulations
you win
now pack your things and sail away
three hundred and sixty degrees
surprise
you were here before you ever began
imagine that
the unconscious got you here on time
bruised but brazen and why wouldn't you be
it's concievable
you were handed a light
so you took it
how long until the fire dies
until the bruises heal

oh
you're back again
bruised anew
such a sorry story
though rich indeed
for every time you arrive here
newly shaken
you get a little closer
and every time you go back
you think you've gotten it all right this time

again?
does the circle ever end?
the fated exasperation
poor my plight
how can i make it back again
through the trenches and rain
but you do
perseverance is key
see you 'round

what



don't go

what

stay here
and listen still

laced throughout, latent within
a masterpiece of absence some would call absurdity
last call for faith found only in fallacy
there is no tomorrow
only what could have been or what was
am i the drum or the beat or the silence
calculated, cold fervency constantly under pressure
pushing further each time
deeper into the depths some would call despair
i say manifest or wonder or
both the flight and the fall arduous
did the arrow ever forget how to soar
there is no candor in destination
no blood in the lion's den
to concede death is to walk inside
when the curtains close
i believe in

listen to the leaves
the rise and fall of the in between
protection, power
both subjective
show me outside of here
and then we're getting somewhere
integration
rewind all the numbers
back to the end again
water runs rampant through the city
mitigation of migration
the treetops won't always be visible
electrified fog sticking together
don't paint the portrait
paint the scenery
and quietly
you react because you're chosen to

we're all little candles
melting around
leaving little wax puddles
wherever we go
sharing each other's burdens
of filling the night
some burning brighter, faster
more blue
gone in a flash
some like a quiet light
diffusing through
space by space, finally wearing thin
we're all just little candles
waiting to be snuffed out

the grenades are never blowing up but you can sure continue to put effort into throwing them my way
really isnt that all that matters?
the expenditure of energy

intention is subjective

can you hear me or can you hear yourself
what's the difference
stringing letters together
by and by and by
do you know now?
every time i breathe in
i can feel you over there
watching, waiting
indifference is a virtue
a prized possession
starts out slowly shaking
soon mastered, your master
you are Master
your body is a temple
within which you reside
and i worship you

chugging a toxic concoction
liquid glass
underscore aftermath underscore bad omen
honestly personally to me
an omen is simply an omen
no connotations
you gotta do what the omen tells you to
then you go and do the next thing
no biggie
dilate my pupils
bless me
tick tick tick
tock tock
whoooooooooooooooooooom
and some fibonacci sequence song laced with electric guitar
what good does this do
you only ever speak in riddles


havent you ever had some of that good
wonton soup
i thought so

here take this pill
it can make the darkness go away
the stars burn again
the dust turn into flowers
the flowers into dragons
and the dragons into a swimming pool
the mirrors not in me unless you put it there
you want a reflection
you get a crystal ball
inside a magical secret
i move like a *** goddess through your mind
keep your hands off me
and stand straight because i dont like slouchers
you want to win the award
you get what you pay for
you get what you came for
then you go home
and please do go home
a nicotine dream
always coming back for more
step on over to the sidelines
AND WATCH ME WHIP
AND WATCH ME NAENAEAND WATCH ME WHIP
AND WATCH ME NAENAEAND WATCH ME WHIP
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what has it all come to

there you all stay
tucked in your beds like the little ants youve grown up to be
prancing around in your dreams
to and fro
on the way to meeting your destinies
they're all the same mind you
here now its time to attend the masquerade ball
paint your face on
ask them how their mothers are getting along
yeah sure im prone to flights of fancy from time to time
but you can ask me anything youd like
not saying ill answer
the offers there waiting on the table
take advantage or dont
am not here to pass judgement
only here to be here
and to go
same as you
same as anybody
going
going
gone
thats what they all do
go and go and go
til they cant anymore
whos doing the staying
the scoundrel
you demon child you
stop waiting around
get up and GO
there's places to be and youre waiting at home alone
for the lights to go out
the paper trail to disappear
thats all fine and dandy when you dont have a train to catch
you miss your chance and youre out
badda boom badda bang
all thats left is the old messenger bag
filled with an empty bottle of liquor
that girl really knows how to sing
she can belt it out like nobodys business
really

man oh man
i am giddy like a child when i read you baby
lets go back to your room and bang until the sun burns out

in summer
each day a different location
a new face emerges
mountain man
feeling things out by not feeling at all
the time will never be right
(it will never be wrong, either)
the well has run dry, hasn't it?
words are hard
but still they come
worlds apart
a mirror image
wind in the face, nipping at the ends
a little at a time
never knowing what it was like to feel something and nothing at all
now i do
your arms are strong but your heart is buried
could we fly to the snow-covered alps?
it is much too warm here
was supposed to rain but here i am basking in the sunlight
feels more like baking
to me

walking towards a familiar feeling
a neverending crash
power must come from somewhere
interaction
how many are below
incalculable
someplace the whole exists together
brought in and brought out
just like that
the subtlety of it all
land of the free flying in the distance
here i am, landlocked

has anyone made it yet?
there are ever only patches then it's changing again
if they could muster up the courage they'd be able to tell the difference but it's easier to let it all run together
we're all digging
remains to be seen for what
is perseverance futile?
i wouldn't know yet

outside and
i'm spinning around
and around and
the wind starts
blowing and i'm
falling, no, flying
for a moment
through the sky
and then i'm
on the ground
i'm crying, no
i'm laughing, no
i'm free

encapsulating my face
as i walk down main street
a web that catches butterflies
for me to devour tonight
while everyone is dreaming
the sun exists there all around me
illuminating every separate piece
the grass-blade
the bypasser
the pavement crack
a perfectly pieced puzzle
-i must be the shadow here-
an outlier an oddity
the light spares me today
it will come again when there is less to wonder about
more to know
suppose you find me here
shadow and all
i would say
here is not what you are looking for
you cannot scare this away
and certainly it is not able to be subsumed
resigned toleration is all
but even that is unwanted
pay no mind to the dismality of my sanity
be on your way
stop and smell the pungent odors of the pyrus calleryana
the sky is not flat today
the air, not stifling
make it merry (if you'd like)
there is nothing tragic about synergy

Insatiable-
There never was a quarrel.
Do you remember?
Love, never once adequate
Death's caress reigns infinite!

unyielding in their ascent towards greatness
millions of strong arms supporting trillions of delicate leaves
rippling in the wind like water as blue as the night sky
although it is they who provide the stronghold
shielding sheltering shade that hides what lurks beneath
a shroud of secrecy
mostly a medley of greens and browns
then red juxtaposed on orange coalesced with yellow montaged on green grown from dark crust dark root dark earth
then total darkness
always rain
and when the light does return
there again a symphony

Pluto, not a planet anymore.
WAIT
next logical step:
Mistaken
WAIT
get away from me!
TOO FAR

Pluto,
it would be nice
to be this or that
no bearing on
what
anyways
Classification
a symptom
of everything else

whole lives
well that is That
and this is This
you are You. she: She.
who's he?
never once lend their mind

what am?
and if gets lucky
steals a moment
as abruptly as it arrived
pushed aside

maybe by knowing all else
then
finally
never

whole lives spent running from

I am not a vector I am Right Now
I am not going there,
I am Everywhere I am
How?
Right Here
There is no where to go where I haven’t been
Only places to explore again?
I am the Setting and I am the Sculptor
I am the Prince and I am the Pauper
I am you I am me
I am sadness I am glee
The Most Complex and the Simplest form
I am whole I am torn
This could go on for an eon or two
I am old and I am new