space is where all the good stuff is happening
these two orchids,
one alive, one looking dead,
have joined in deep symbiosis,
roots dug into the flesh of the other.
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
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.
they have cats on their skin and they cant stop touching each other.