out of stillness

Created by a passion, shaped by forces both seen and unseen, driven by wind, confined to earth, dialed into feelings, fine-tuned by the moon and a heartbeat, enlivened by sun, roaring with water, beaming light and then darkness, laughing, conflicted, now humming with purpose, now drowned in thought… i become, out of stillness, and come to you. We are lucky, my dear, to appear on scene.

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no matter what i think i know, i still make a question in my mind. i like to turn it upside down and climb upon the hovering moon fixed above the mark. then look out over the scene and make myself curious, if already i am not. then when i am ready, shut my eyes and jump off

killer.7

how powerless
modern life has made us
giving us all that we want

we take up guns
and knives and
our personal
weapons of mass
destruction

then we
RAN
to the
NRA

for caliber
for freedom
to bear arms
to feel powerful
in the face of
burglary
assault
accosted
by fear

and what has become
of us?

consumers
victims

hunters
hunted
how

power

less

overanalysis alice

i had fallen and where i fell
gave way to my falling deeper and

further than i had fallen before

not even the ground wished
to break me when her voice

echoed down from a height

you can stop right there! 

you must have no fear!

underanalysis alice

overlooking the situation
from above. gleefully
ignorant
 i was still falling
alongside her lies
not even cleavage city
could make up for her
intolerable delivery
the lack of depth
(would be my final)
perception