The whistling birds are waking
The trees beginning to bud,
Nature is mistaken
The frost has yet to come.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Left or right?
Left or right?
North or south?
Starbucks or Small World?
Will you
Take the bypass or the turnpike?
So many decisions,
so many
Different outcomes
So many ways, so many different fashions.
This dress or that skirt?
Those heels or these boots?
BB cream or matte foundation with color-adjusting microbead technology?
So
many changes in the system!
Each change
Changes the system.
Only so many ways will operate in now how
Many fashions?
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Hours of Ours Entangled
I remembered you the moment we first met.
Our future, our past,
entangled
like our fingers, our legs, our
souls.
Hours entangled.
Time isn't matter, rather
a steady constant.
That is unless
an object moves at relativistic speeds, then
it dilates, slows down,
doesn't
matter.
My soul recognized your relevance,
and so my heart dilated.
All time and space lost
in ours.
Our future, our past,
entangled
like our fingers, our legs, our
souls.
Hours entangled.
Time isn't matter, rather
a steady constant.
That is unless
an object moves at relativistic speeds, then
it dilates, slows down,
doesn't
matter.
My soul recognized your relevance,
and so my heart dilated.
All time and space lost
in ours.
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