days of fluid doubts ride the
wind currents of observation,
but few, actually float down to
the ground for harvesting like
farmers with crops before they
are found rotten and decayed;
still, we manifest growth from
each of our experiences as if
it were somehow necessary for
our understandings that life
is not the whore upon the bed
responsible for our being here.
29Jan16
No comments:
Post a Comment