There was thought
Then thought waking
Lifted eyes of knowing
To go away

There rested word
A place inside every page
Word too
**** in the sun
Lifted eyes of weight
To go away

When I see the wind in the trees
With the birds the bugs the bees
I see there is nothing else to do
But believe
In this place and this place
Only

There are heads turning
Burning
Bending
And mending

Towards objectives that turn to nothingness
Dissolve to ash to sand to a fine sawdust dance
Then the energy melts to sorrow
For the realization of that effort
Shows a painful hue of awakening truth

HOW TRUE WE ARE UNTIL IT TURNS FALSE!
HOW HARD WE WORK UNTIL WE SEE THE OBJECTS TRUE END!
HOW WE LOVE UNTIL WE FEEL WE LOVE NO MORE!

Water sacks float underneath bridges made of rickety wood

Chipped brick from wars I only can understand from pictures

The sound of maggot chewed drift wood gently rocks against the corpses of the beach

To be dead in life
Is to leave unfilled unremembered unmastered undone

Leaving you to come back again
Towards the like-wise pondering machines of mechananistic relapses
Churning in a cyclone of black matter

The self dissolving into the self into nothing
All like before

To not be forgotten or remembered
To turn to nothing
To be born again in nothing
To be but not to be
All
In the true nothingness
Of being

Sealed envelope claps its jaws shut
Biting its own tongue

Today
Light shines on myself
My friends
On the creamed filled mountains floating silently above me

But maybe
Not
Tomorrow