It does not bother me.
That I do not care.
It seems.
That when I do not care.
I care about the most important things.
It’s not me.
It’s not God.
It’s instinct.
Survival
Of those………………….

If anything is good in me.
It is not me.
What I think of the world.
I owe to one person.
He was a man,
by happenstance…………………
OK?

What I think of another…..
I owe to my family.
And a couple stragglers…

Malcontents, all!

Killing shared values
our lives on death row
Kinship aborted
— the world soon to blow

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Some bitter tastes don't remind
Us of sweet, rather make us remember
The people whom we shared the taste with.
In this familiar way, some scattered voices whisper

“Sometimes it's good to feel that you belong.
Sorrows never really made us sad.
Not being able to share them did.”