There is food inside this fruit
Inside this room there is a heart that you
or me or he or she can see
if we turn the knob on the door
that connects the room to the rest of the world.
Rest in comfort knowing the lines on your skin
are roadmaps to the untouchable, intangible
the space beyond which we imagine
may allow you to
Stretch out your hopes and dreams
so thin that they will not be seen
only felt by you deeply
from the space in between.
I stepped behind the omnipresent eye
And, my friends, I died. I died.
The connectivity of our hearts proclivities
did something trigger the ghost inside.
The one dissimilarity between this world and the next
Is the one where we connect.
Crazy catch phrases, locking in
Elocution of an entire nature
Responsible for the death of a language
Once used to commune-icate, Ameliorate
Yet, here, now, as sun splits the clouds
The sky can’t help but wonder
Why we rape, pillage, and plunder
as if our time is going somewhere.
And that, if time is what we were really concerned with,
Wouldn’t we be trying harder
to work together
to sort things out
Before time runs….
