nothing is happening
and mass murder
space is where all the good stuff is happening
there are only two things we are bad at:
(a zeze, a six stringed two necked instrument.)
its necks are infested with worms,
eating away the insides of the wood,
producing small heaps of dust on the ground
where it leans against the wall.
the musician plays,
while the neck is disappearing under his hands.
eventually, it will break under the pull of the strings,
maybe even in the middle of a tune.
but, at this moment, we can still hear the musician play.
with life becoming
what it is becoming now
we will need a lot of song
that’s not the way it works –
there s a musicbox in the skies,
a universe grinder,
most of its matter unknown –
your management advice and sermon is irrelevant.
“when one morning
well-meaning beings in light blue dresses
write poems for a new society”
When you cherish others, all your wishes are fulfilled.