1. 1 year ago 

   The location of now

   An absurd discussion of the fate of the world

   would have me remark on the absence of your existence,

   the way the moon pulls on my sanity

   and time travel to save THAT day

   possibilities exist in the framework of mental capacity

   let go of your sense of responsibility

      for a moment

   and feel what it’s like to be void of judgment or opinion

   of any factual evidence

   of what you have been told

   life is but your own pillowcase to stuff ideals into

   choose to stuff it with something good

   something that you feel with your body

   something like wavelengths of rhythm

   with discourse between words

   and rhyme with indifference

   while you tap dance the blues

   your desire lives in the trembling of fingertips

   so she speaks with a pattern you hear

      but a pattern only you hear

   i will not discuss illumination

      unless you want me to

   a farewell to the injustices i pinned on you-

      for this i’m sorry

   for assuming that there is a slice of the world i’ve cut for myself

   and refused to let you taste

   I exist for you and you for me

   add this to the equation of population

   and see the tree with the floating cotton balls in a new perspective

   and the fact that our consciousness is beginning to exist outside of the vacant cavities of skull fragments

   and accept that a smile means more than a bitter thought

   with intentional basis, feel somebody’s heart

   rather than the idea posted onto their wrinkled foreheads

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