the development of preciousness in reverse

Imagine traveling in reverse through your life.  We swim through funeral to moments with friends weve lost, as that preciousness rapidly evaporates until the very  instance it occurred. The ache you have for your childhood Christmas dissipating as you put your favorite present back into the box and wrap it up. Numb.

The  question you penciled on placemat "what is my purpose?" rapidly becoming meaningless. As we stand at the South Pole and ask where is South from here?

We cease.

We perish. We return back to the dust,

through our mother.

pixel of the Universe

 You have only seen 2 tangent points of the whole apparatus,

removed the adjacent bolts, and drew an abstract line

 you find yourself alone inside some pixel of the universe,

maybe thats Ok

wander through alone, clear minded, heavy boned

and a heart wide open

to earthy colors pouring in

heavens too perfect

There ain't no gas station 

burritos in heaven, no Marlboro lights, 

no neighbor dog 

and there ain't no back roads

 I ain't ever driven 

no drunken fights,

 no morning fog 

there is no mystery 

no hiding Undercovers

no mixing my own colors 

no calling your name 

you're already here 

when Grandma ghosts me 

feel the grit of dirt from flowers 

flow like the streets through City towers 

and know that you're alive 

because I'm bored 

 heaven's too perfect, 

Cyber Truck

Its a kaleidoscope, where the outsides in<

the world conspires, Psilocybin

 I don't like the way it looks

or how it feels

im just happy to see that were moving on

to the very next thingk

the trees don't bend

the road don't crook

atleast were headed to the secret page

in an unbound book

oh the thought it is lovely

oh child these arent the edges, they are the fold in the map

oh child these arent the angles, merely the flakes in the kaleidoscope

and when the future unfolds its a symphony of color

A thank you for a friend

I hope you live to be 96 years old. The tennis balls on your walker will be flourescently fresh Everytime the nephews grand kids changes them out.

For me, my life, I hope I'm in the end of summer. My orbit, my axis just beginning to tilt away from the sun. Welcoming the fall. And perfectly so, there you are. 

I needed you today. 

My head was spinning with anger. Introspectively I know it's my choice to feel this way. Whatever peripheral items ignite on my horizon, don't have to become a bonfire inside me. I decide what is my circle and where it's center is. As I  shift, as I'm shifting, right there lands the reddist leaf.

She speaks of digging up earth. Hands in soil. The cathartic act of planting. An exercise in hope. Faith. Awake in process. 

A refreshing swig of life.

It made me pause.

And I found my breath. I found my silent space between the trees.

So, 

Thank you, 

For today.

Size of night

 Every edge was unbounded. From the sand below feet, to the end of the observable universe. Everyone we knew was present. All emotions on the table. The dice roll. Each fire along the beach line was a hundred lifetimes of possibility. 

The night was tangible,  Large. The trees grew to the sun. The water poured off the edges. The twilight endless and warm. The laughter was 1000 count thread. The smoke was hefty like machine. We were young and exploding. The spring of our lifes. It felt like all,  colossal in stature  somehow still expanding. Accelerating.

Now as summer is ending, we can hold those nights in our hands.

Rack rack rack

 Universe a pourin through the node
bindin eltro magnets hold

while entagled ones implode

its a trebuchet

momentum soon to swing this way

debutants will drink the day

prepar red is the blay bah blay

dimension packed

black wholes stacked

discuss it over 30 rack

rack rack rack