space is where all the good stuff is happening
free will and no free will
and free will and no free
will and free will and no
free will and free will and
no free will and free will
and no free will and free
will and no free will and
free will and no free will
it is impossible for everyone
to not hurt
some were smart in selling their quest
while others just asked
the center of the party
died toothless and swollen
and we go back to
identifying plants instead –
something we know, and a place safe.
i saw a man
a very fat man
in a shining suit
a very fat man
i admired him
as he pushed on
through the pouring rain
on his fragile bike
and our son plays and falls of a cliff
and dies and we think about self
and what if it changes
and we talk of mirror and skin –
the confusion we are in.
where does all this dreaminess come from?
do you not trust the limbs to be severed and sold,
nor your voice to have a tone?