in this world
we share
the same space and width
of a granule of sand.
the sky
is only a clock.
we are weighed between
legends and necessity
when reality is born in the center.
we are measured in individual movements,
fluctuating
in mass and density
until
the solution is no longer the problem.
this makes me want to fucking cry thank you very much. in fact, i think i will.
ReplyDelete"the sky
ReplyDeleteis only a clock....
"we are measured in individual movements,
fluctuating
in mass and density
until
the solution is no longer the problem."
i appears i should have checked in long ago