pain, take twice daily

where does the love go

what of all the good thoughts

where are the intentions

why feel things remote from self

who can help

when does love prevail

birds escape from cages

only to be killed by other birds

what flower are you

what animal

I am nothing, a nobody, a foolish old man

in solitude I self harm myself in an excrutiating attempt to absorb hurt of those I never meet, I never will know, other than in my thoughts I love you so…

(recipe for disaster, a cake eaten by many, sold by few, reaped for a picture of life on nothing, in the middle of nowhere, why do angels not talk, why are demons inside people…)


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