Friday, May 5, 2017

Elevated Dust

Vibrant oil drains erratic

spreading unmagic.

My brain                in moving frame

darting                          charting

in isolation,

breeding new burdens of beauty,

new behaviors.

New ideas

of how to live

that hang off a sopping wet brush,

dying the canvas,

depicting dead ends cut.

Asking how to truly live?

A nobility to give,

my hand making strokes in sand,

where each grain of my being

aligns with causality.


What to do in all this connectivity,

with a supreme sense of all the possibilities

of all the elegant structures that we could come to be.