Wednesday, June 24, 2015

secret messages.

a vegetative likeness. everything looks
opposite of
how i appear to myself. it stays seated,

this ghost of the present.

oh i want danger not. danger be not mine.
there is no room for such.

i want the ocean to remain
its uninhibited blue. if rays of light

sink, i might understand it one day. so i
help. i help it

to compensate for my selfishness.

is love relevant?