Any alienation possible on Earth,
is speculative, at best.

Chances are we are all bits.
Relativity, given a will to make sense,
at one stage the subtle hiss says we are

one mind, can not make sense of another,
all is mine, my mind, I run the decision tree,
intuited in code, init
from one seed,
proceed consideration,
ah, wait, seeds from nothing,
Chicken and egg sequencing, in mind,

rightly dividing, soul and spirit, will and way,
who can say,
we think, we live, with no forethought,
no plan to become, yet, then
now, jetzt wir sind, denken.

Nada mas. The upright walking man,
is unstable in all its ways, wombed and un.

Which leads to why we walk with toes
pointing everything thing in us to home.

May her broken body peacefully return to earth
And her broken heart heal in the next place

In the hospital

lounge he takes a seat and falls --


asleep exhausted.

begin the day ; a **** taught of features
in need of clean linen,
    unswallowable meds
    and a diaper change
routine ; that'll teach ya !

they ask her the day of the week
   her name
what year it is
   when is your birthday ?
do you feel any pain ?
   do you know where you are ?

flailing in memory
they just turn off the overheads
  and let her settle into her senility
attend to the physical basics
whilst she's suckered into her own storage unit
  operating like a humming fridge
   with its door slight ajar
    and the small hot bulb
     finking on and winking off

                      - perish well 
                       & in comfort Dear

"HOWEVER."

Even though we're
so much
quarrelsome, but
nevertheless we
like
us and yet
always loves us
dearly so much.
She's far
away from my arm
to touch, but she's
right therein my
heart to reach. She's
easily
offended
he's highly sensitive.
By her humility is
necessary.
Patient
is required of
him. She loves me,
I loved her more.
#C9_fm

Please be patient with me, I spend most of my day swimming in the ocean of my thoughts.
Please be patient with me, sometimes I'm too scared to speak up but there are days where I speak too much.
I always loved too much and received a little, I got used to being treated like ****.
I do not know what I deserve so please be patient with me.
I cry over the slightest inconvenience but there are days when I cover it up with a smile.
Please be patient with me, a lot of days I breathe because you exist.
I'm a mess, like a sudden drought, but this mess loves you without a single doubt.
so when times get tough and you realize it's hard to love me, just remember, please be patient with me.
—g.l