The River

I hate not remembering, despising the shroud. Knowing, not seeing, no feeling aloud. Absorbing faces I don’t recognize, people growing older while I froze in time. How is that fair for either of us? If I could care, could I earn my trust? As stillness eludes me, why do I lift? Why do I move?…

When Block

When I run out of words, I sometimes think that I lost my mind in a troubled sink. Trouble with syncing to what I feel is a wealth of rhyme in my mind’s wheel. When this feel I’ve lost, I’m not the same. Thoughts twist and turn, searching to claim what it thinks it knows,…

Relativity

We look up and talk to God as if there’s an ‘up’ to look to. We look out and deny gods as if we can’t deny our substance.   A comet shoots across the sky, but it’s neither shooting nor traveling through sky nor are we still as it moves.   We talk of gravity…