election

what contemplates existence
requires silence
and separation
from awareness

lucky

oh you gonna get old and feeble and all that shit and then you die

you may get distracted from that sometimes

but unless you're lucky

no matter what

you gonna get

old and feeble

post-normal

i now describe
the dreams
i used to have
in my future

your life

existence is everywhere,
unending, complex, entangled.
there is only your life now that knows this,
for in you all the universe is created.
you are beyond understanding
or figuring out,
just being is all that is required.

fini

unspoken, we stumble on
the end clear without question
one end of a decade away
tears have no purpose

persistant

letting go
of
letting go
drifts

scope

the examination of
truth requires no
boundaries