Those things
You think
Are your weaknesses
Are really
Your greatest strengths

You just haven’t been taught
To see them properly
Because you
Are to busy
Feeling them

If figuring out who we are
Is giving us sorrow and pain
Maybe we should raise the bar
And fully engage our brain

Ascertain what we have got
To elucidate who we are not!

Life is way too short to worry about Lengthening it.

we are skin
we are bone
until we step
out from the comfort of our shell
until we make holes in the fabric
of our infinite depth
until we accept hurt and love
and our own mistakes
we are empty bodies
until we embrace our soul

Any man can create chaos
Few men can create order
But one must be a God
To bring the two in balance

A living ball of white plastic twine
its bulb of body conscious
slim head pointed down towards the floor
chaos of legs whirling
knees bend inwards and go slack
like a flower opening and closing
a shimmering life
the size of my kneecap

hanging from a thread of silk
spider as a puppet
marionette legs
flailing as they play empty notes in space
haggling without gravity

mused into waking they paw at the air
smoothing the surface
of imagination

making and unmaking
an invisible tapestry

all these careless maids
whatever their purpose might be
whatever heartbreak is
the encroaching ends of their creations
meticulous in movement only
when the sewing
commences

In the morning
all the magic has worn off
the spider is a tiny brownish
common cellar spider
a miniature Daddy Longlegs
just the hull of what
was massive
and sentient
in the night