The shape of the thing
Mysterious, and
Not quite opaque
Inscrutable, bland
Yet calling, as if
A voice from afar
Its outline may shimmer
Unconfident, shaking
But still, it pervades
With consciousness clouded
Perhaps, he thought
I ought
To give these mushrooms
The benefit
Of the doubt.
4 December 2021
Was It Worth It
Was it worth it?
That ill-begotten, grabbed gain,
Really, was it worth the pain?
A moment of pleasure, toward buried treasure
But: taken not earned, a life upturned
No Words
No words
I have nothing
An empty space, more vacuum than vessel
Only the rotational flushing of a dishwasher
And the ticking of a clock
Mind blank, devoid of thought
Falling
Brick by brick
Brick by brick, to build a house
That's what they say but it's not true
There's so much else to do
Step by step,