And we don’t know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of now
Between the ordinary and extraordinary
On the thresh of holding real
Flesh in the flash of light
Between pimples and stars
Galaxies and traffic lights
Contemplations, Constellations
Processed food or food for thought
The news feeds and the hungry
The chained system
Computer lights the way for escape
The here of everywhere
The I don’t care, I do care
The I only have a few minutes to spare, between now and eternity
The cubicle walls and trees
The restlessness, eagerness, need to be heard, seen, love, belong, in the safety of poems
Words, worn, torn…. bought, sold, in the dictionary of survive
The laws, that fail to say THRIVE
The laws of something greater, the laws of nature
Milking the Milky Way
To follow or not
Run, stop, look, meditate
Celebrate
Give way, Give life
