thud, thud, thud
the note pound my senses.
it reads, thinking felt.
the spaces between
reach towards one another
only to have their grasp
thwarted upon reflection.
pronounced initials
of first impressions,
whose brevity transfigures
misinterpretation,
decays under analysis.
living contrition assumed
when death is.
…you can.
…you must.
…it speaks.
…it listens.
…it presents.
…it inspires.
…it lives.
the future is death,
warning no one.
maybe a little courtesy,
at least?
no?
not this one…
one,
two,
three,
not it.
if it
was,
it will
be.
you know…
no?
i am not independent,
i am dependent.
it may be unhealthy,
but without it,
who am i?
go ahead,
kick me if
you must.
retaliate?
no, i don’t feel
like it.
why?
well if this makes
you happy,
then i’m happy.
how?
simple,
you are not
content with
oneself.
you may hurt me,
but you’re still
alone.
people may surround
you, but you die
alone.continue to kick
and scream,
it won’t solve
anything.
to imagine
life
without
art,
is to
die.
individual value
compromises for the whole
estimates generalized
as a means of measure
commonality speaks constraint
appreciate the path presented
modify to better suite
accept the end
as a means to live
speaking ambiguity
relatively personal,
generally inclusive.
essence surges
embodied mediums.
attention directs
genuine passion.
intention creates
states of change.
present moments
talk of future.
race ahead if you want,
we all cross the finish line.
stop along the way
to appreciate being,
for life requires tending.
deviate from the course
to see what the race
can be, more than
what’s been
previously run.
