We are merely vacuoles
Floating holes of emptiness
Trying to hoard as much nonsense as possible to feed our irrelevance
Debris.
And a globe
Spinning, spinning, spinning.
Paradoxical and massive and complex
So that when we zoom out our universe is a marble within a greater universe.
And humans. Dust.floating.
Significant only in thought, in being, in soul.
Neverquitedecipheringbetweenlogicandfeelingsandviceanvirtue
Speaking words and understanding them like they are a n y th I n g b u t m e s s es and p I xel s o f I n k . .. .
D-isjoint/ed -th…ou’ght,s
A beautiful chaos of aspiration so possible that our minds can’t quite have faith in them
Too good to be true
We
Let,
Go,
Greedy, cruel, lustful,
We are not convinced to do good merely because and for the sake of good.
We are quite the cynics.
But then a baby’s slight, innocent, toothless smile that looks into the air like there is something more beautiful out there that our tainted eyes cannot see. Their grab at the air like there is something there to catch. Their sleeping face that’s more peaceful than we can ever remember being even though we’ve lived years and they’ve lived a few days.
Makes it all worth it.
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The Lullabies That Keep Me Sane [A Compilation of My Poems]
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