There is a slit That’s at the top Near where I sit High on the wall Where the moon Streams in And the tunes Bleed clean And I quiet Vicious riots Delicious, higher Abandoned matter At random minutes Light streaks inward Through the window Near where I linger Illuminating What’s ruminating Through hibernation Then germination To manifesting Perhaps creation Is just vacation From homeostasis Or homogenization Gross colonization— But at night I relax Life’s reflecting through glass And bursts of light dance Over choices and chance
I went back and added it after publishing just for you again, Jim! And you’ll be able to still read most of my stuff as a free subscriber so I hope to continue to receive your commentary 😂
I can feel this. I love it! :)
That makes my day!!!
I’m so glad! :)
This reads like the late night lamentation of some ancient god, and I love it.
Thank you for sharing 🩵
I went back and added it after publishing just for you again, Jim! And you’ll be able to still read most of my stuff as a free subscriber so I hope to continue to receive your commentary 😂