Conjectures blind, mulling over, Same? Different? Conversational-less
grey-clouded skies, how do we know, a hard crack of jagged light striking, how
do we know, mugs of tea lazily fogging glasses, de-skimming them endlessly, mechanically,
phosphenes drifting like snowflakes, a whirring whip of rolling dice, so there
can be solutions, rain-dripped pages drying, we’re not problems people, uh-huh,
intents bobbing on loaming waves of limbo, perhaps, maybes, maybe nots, two sides of a coin, edge bound, where we meet,
scurrying until we fall off, gets back on, who remains, it takes feet but two,
to keep it spinning, and so live and die, these
crests of our making, undecided, now forgotten tea abandoned, Look! How beautiful
is this rain! So let’s bury them, conjectures blind, Same? Different? In this
muddled, rain-swept earth, until the day, someone finds them and says, Look
what I found! These oddly littered knick-knacks that stood the test of time!
Penned Tues, June 19, 2012
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