Gives you
So many
Places
To sit
And
Lie down
You never
Would have
Considered
Before.
—-
The floor
Is the oyster
And you
Are the pearl.
Lounge in
Your Developing
Opaqueness
Of mourning
- All morning.
—-
Let the
Still Monotony
Monopolize
Your
Every pause.
How much
Freezing
In your
Liveliness
Has yet
To Be
Unlocked?
—
Loom over
Corners
And floors
Of your
Waken life,
Like a sloth
Does
tree branch.
—-
Gaze into
The void of
Each moment.
You Are
the Translucent
Being of Space
And time;
For now,
But not
Forever.
