*shrugs*

scratching symbols onto paper
to show productivity

we shout
our
thoughts
using bytes

transmitted
through the
air

do we ever
pause

to
hear

the cacophony
of our own irrelevance

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the world eats words

words mean nothing
nothing has mass
mass is deceptive
deception is real
reality is construct
construction is plastic
plastic is spastic
spasms are seismic
seismic is destruction
destruction is chaos
chaos is life

touched by an angel

i visit death
in my mind

a hundred moments in a day

i wonder

not what death
is like
but for those
left
behind

i have grieved before
i understand
the
vocabulary
we gave death
and
dying

the desolation of missing a person

i don’t know how to die
i don’t know how to be the one
who causes such misery
by
their absence

i wonder
if they feel our pain
the dead
do they think
on
us
at
all

or maybe there’s just nothingness
a deep and eternal slumber
dreaming
of wonder

perhaps
a longing
to return
earthbound

and
fragile

to touch — once again — our beloved

silent night

back
to
front
we
lay

arms entwined

darkness expands
and
i close my eyes
against the shadows

softly
the words form
tentative

they reach out
and
test the air

seeking
something

maybe solace
maybe acquiescence
or
perhaps
acceptance

beseeching the shadows
they pour forth

softly

against
the
nights
silence

a heart, betrayed, seeks normalcy

water ripples
on the underside of my skin
as it retreats
leaving behind flesh
that is malleable and soft
awkward
suddenly too large
it is conscious of its wrongness
it seeks a normalcy that it scant remembers

i
hear
my
heart
beat

for the first time in forever
slowly
it thrums
rhythm
seeking a memory
that for so long
lived just outside its grasp