I will always know your name
future imperfect baby girl

my eyes can never see your face
I prove my love by inaction:

this world will not tarnish you child
sway in the hammock incorporeal

feelings are all that matter
long since born but not meant to live

beyond the dominion of
cardiac dreamscapes...

smile.

Wisdom is a homeless woman, on the side of the road.
She offers food instead of asking for it.
To ignore, one must first be aware
we often judge the gift based upon its patron.

Should history be written
the words will not matter.

Language is magic:
there is no universal parsing.

The inklings of your life
do not matter...
even the darkest blur
and fade.

The epilogue is irrelevant-
inevitable child of momentum.

All that matters
and has meaning
are the rough drafts,
the author's notes...
beyond the margins.

I can't even look at you anymore,
all I see is this stranger
that once
*meant everything to me.

We're fat within our luxury
Entangled within capitalism, false advertising
Gossip, slander
Trivial first world pursuits
It's human nature to meander
But within the society of the first world's finite structure
We lose
Consumed in ruse
'Cause what other way do we amuse
Ourselves

We got everything
So why do we not spill over with joy
and sing?
Cause we're sitting atop our bounty
Wrapped in robes sitting on gold thrones
While the entire world lay in savage ruins
We turn to soothing
In our processed foods, our drugs, our infatuation with ***
We've lost the purpose to all of this
We have no definition
And without meaning
We go into regression
An entire nation suffering from depression.