When perfect symmetry is something, then disarray is another thing.
I wonder in wonder as if another, sneaking under no volition.

I wonder if you are who you are,
do you see another?

Swinging monkeys prancing by the car, mental sonars flinging far.

How does sense make sense in a nonsensical galaxy?

Random dog walks and random sniffs.
Cat scratches on a random skiff, a mind
turned on its bed head.

What we need is a paradox
To know we’ll live
With something to give
Forever

To know
Never let go
Never hold on
As we’re meant to be

A fall leaf
It’s majestic red
It’s burnt orange
It’s winter

The infinite cycle
Encircling End
Let’s Begin
Live, green, red, dead

Not a second thought
For a second
That’s how it is
Our infinite biz

Eyes open on ero
Here I am—
Another soul spun from stardust.

Must we be?
Swirl free, with me—
Entangled trees,
Branching seas.

Reach, reach!
Teach ourselves to be.
We must be
free.

Sometimes, art is life support
Two words
A paragraph
Something, anything; to grab your soul

To reveal beauty
Pure, unadulterated
Raw
Connected

To help us feel everything
All at once
At that moment
We need it most