Attuned bodies
Looking for
Immortality

Seeking a horizon
Set yet, in
Reverse.

What one
Does,
Does not
Matter.

It is We
And what

We

Do

That matters.

I listen to people
Talk of
Friends who are now artists.

They make things.
They construct things.
They put
Things on
Display.
And I wonder really,
Really
What is the point?
Two colors together
Make another
And the word, well, I think without
Any kind of force, more
Caught
Up
With
One's
Own
Ego...
Really has no place anywhere.

It's like a
Brick
Tossed aside void
Of
Concrete or
Others...
Alone on the
Street side by side
With trash and
Ripped up weeds.

There
Are
These challenges.
The mirror
Holds truth to every
Falsity.
One must choose
To
See said
Fault though...
To choose to see well,
That is the
First

Step.

I can hold a thousand
Candles at once and still not hold true light
If it is not for a reason for the whole.

I know what is right by the taste that befalls
My mouth; by what my eyes do when I squint to think;
By the looks of others faces.

Everlasting humanity
Dying
So to be
Reborn

When one
Forgets about
Time,
One forfeits the knowledge
Of the one's
Who have come

Before.