This is just an assembly of thoughts, a mediation on the unhappiness of the world.
with the start of a thought my only understanding full of bits i i want no answer
Listening to Depeche Mode or reading my semblable, Robert Creeley. I am old enough to remember a different time. It wasn’t always so cold and death-like. People saw each other in mirrors, reflections of themselves, not hateful opposites. This digital world, the spread of thought, wrong-headed thought. Corporate disease and greed. What does it all yield?
no answer because the question is not under- stood, like i want the dream, not the emptiness
Is there anything. Happiness in some youthful souls. I envy this ability, and cultivate it in my own way. Too much argument and litigation. Too much gossip. There was a time… Before…
word and world eclipsed