[ time is a persistent illusion ]
out of genuine love
they’d sacrifice
their children
so great was
their devotion
a global crisis point that turns in upon itself
over and over again
this world is built
on a crumbling wall
[ desperately human]
pouring your all
all your devotion
into anything will
always leave you
with no/thing
“I want to be real for you.
You are real for me”
[ thirsty leaves // dying trees ]
incorporate certainty into the framework of the unsure
the knowable Not
the inside of the apartments stretch to impossible lengths, the angles
[ // separate & combine \\ ]
[ broken roots,reaching ]
any and every one
can be made to feel
empathic, it only takes
one ; a handbook
becomes a poem
complicit as a
social mediator –
a machine that
generates empathy
“I hate myself for giving you that
even though it meant nothing,
I thought“
all that – all my possessions
any accomplishments
they are all worthy,
and now I have to go
I will have to leave them behind
a gain
between kind
but what’s the difference?
what we wanted
when, to
incorporate all
feeling into a model
seeking absolute certainty
we were young,
we thought
[ authentic experience ///
authentic memories //
authentic response / ]
beyond the knowledge
of the every day, the
unknowable . i s .
whatever can be, will
rage against the dying, still
what redeems it is the idea only
the pioneer spirit was always corrupt
this moment is defined by being
becoming having
where who you are is made
by what you have
[ t o g e t h e r
they moved
n e a r e r
to god ]
but never were we near enough
[( a dawn )] 