The sun is shining
and I do something
for someone else
The sun is shining
and I do something
for someone else
Every year I’d forget. We’d ride
through the mist and
past the ghouls, the car would
dip and rise, lights
would rotate and you’d
feel you were going to tip
but wouldn’t.
Bones would rattle,
snakes would dance,
crows and an owl would stare.
It was over surely and
not so bad really
when BLAAAAAAAA!! the bus
slammed to a stop.
Blinded, you were
jerked from its path,
left then right and out
the door, returned to the
more civilly blinding
light of day.
Is we don’t agree on the nature of being – indeed, we hardly ever even consider or discuss this – and without this foundation we can’t agree on social boundaries. The problem, moreover, is that being is not inclined to disclose itself definitively. Apparently, it is not our place to know anything with certainty. Given that, maybe we don’t actually have a problem at all, just the illusion of a problem.
Which leads me to my next poem:
GOD INTENDED IT TO BE A MESS
Obviously
Could fall through
UFO’s