Man asks questions
Therefore he thinks that he exists

No other animal asks questions
Therefore they do not exist

Existence is the question
That no one has the answer to .

God gave us the ability to ask questions
Let's not question our ability to answer too .

Hall in walking walk we our there.
Need we are all in be dreams falling to we in hall hoping;
Here somewhere we'll.
Succeeding want walking;
Are run walking to getting.
Keep failing we walk dreams death running it;
Walking take that somewhere will.
The humanity the.
We our I'm;
Life we we'll.
Take that.
In our we between what we life we;
Need are everything resilience.
Dreaming others loving / today.
Great to.
That's the stumble in holds lives all fall we'll

Sargent Wilford Niles
        March 9 , 1888 - June 18 , 1918
          Buried somewhere in France

I gaze into the sullen dreams
I wonder about his shallow age
So far from family and all his friends
Did with God he make amends

What a journey did he make
When he left home he made a stake
Left to go fight in a foreign land
So far from these United States

Only thirty years so long
Thirty Happy Birthdays for a song
He hopped the train and then was gone
And left us wondering , right or wrong

I do as I who
--a bird

as a kid I was told
I’m as mindful as a much
older
person
but lately the soul’s been hurtin'
thinkin' about all the occasions I had
chosen stolen over purchased
God - I wish I'd known it wasn't worth it
but no -
it's too late now
I'm wide awake at my own wake
people cry and face a coffin closed and placed
around it are a bunch of ******* bright flowers and cardboard cards
that'll too, die (relatively) soon.

Blossoms shine the same
pink as the horizon sheds.
Sunsets mark her eyes.

Sunlight dreads retreat
from black lungs that weep and bend.
Watching from the shade.

fingers-- lines of
flesh-- white bone
crystal ball teddy bear

how it was
how it is
how it goes

watch
the rock tumble

do I who
bird
do I who

watch
the rock splash
the rock drown

dark
day
bright

voooooooooooo
   oooooooooooo
   oooooooooooo
   ooooooooooooid

outbursts
in
the hollow

break
walls in
eyes
of
somebody's
everybody

life:
dry,
on the rocks