wispy thoughts drift / across the dome of the sky / as I lay here / supported on the warm earth / in the stillness of the / wind
“Many of us would say that we are conscious of our daily activity even though we are not actively watching ourselves executing these actions”
"I pause here only to gather my thoughts, but I am surprised at how much I have already observed."
Staring at blank faces while I speak / they’re like walls, plain and blank and even without interest; / now I’m frustrated and careless but flabbergasted nonetheless / as my tone it gets higher, the pace, it gets faster
I am content to know/ The protecting embrace of a maple/ Shielding me/ From harsh January winds/
After the Ides of March, four hundred / thousand pure casualties. / Darkness stole the glossy white pearl / Icy tundra untainted, solitary.
“What is it about our need to tell stories, to leave a relic of our voice behind for the world? We speak, but sounds dissipate into the air, ephemeral as our own lives.”
You ARE a moment/ you are a mystery/ blooming into infinity
I've never seen a dodo bird in the flesh. / I poke my skin in genetics laboratory. / And I'm not proud of my address / in Centennial Hall; / I've got Westcott envy.