time is all i have
glad to give you all of it:
it is infinite

soft as morning light,
fingers travel for miles
across earths of skin

one sweet love story
writing forever with you
til death do us part

a winter so harsh
that even the mighty sun
turned a little cold.

time takes love and then
becomes a greenhouse gard’ner:
sprouting, blooming life

what is not?
well that's simple:

not is me.
i am not.
"i" is not.

not: the state of negation.

unexistence.

the simplest state in which to exist.

you see,

in order to be "not",

you must also be.

all things that are not have also been.

i am not.

what is not?

not is me.

flood my ports with frames:
network with no spanning tree,
broadcast endlessly.

here lies a pine tree
grown for years, but times have changed
now i grow redwoods

once a rubberband
stretched beyond capacity
now a bungee cord

We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.