This is you

Read fast, real, fast. like the wind,
Like an analyst through a baby book,
Make quick your time through endless fixes of free sentences.

Alright, you've made it, through
to the next paragraph,
the second level of understanding,
to the third level of misgiving.

Look at me,
I worry about the next hour,
the next time, a mindless schedule and a mindful shortage of ___ .

This is it, this is you, this is me, this all.
A stranger always in the deepest brightest valley,
Borrow me a marvel camcorder and we will
record widespread emptiness in limited editions and free spaces.

We cry, we die.
Yearned for completion.
Consumed by hidden hunger, blinded by numbed thirst.

Ignore the sunshine, see through the faces,
walk in streets as a passerby in waiting to arrive.



We never will arrive.


What constitutes happiness, what pursuits we live by,
strength for another day, pat for comfort,
blessings we like.

Sleep and wonder,
Learn and finish the last unending obstacle,
Travel and swell by-and-by.

May our empty-ness
empty us
May our suffering and bingeing pale us
May our losses and achievements cheat us
not.

But help me,
awaken and recognise my innate desire,
To know you
more.



and more.

(teach us how to live)