There’s something about bodies I don’t understand.
The thing y ness of them.
How a body without organs is an empty church.
How without an organ player, we are soundless.
I think of snowfall.
Once separated from the sky,
snowflakes are falling bodies.
Imagine being a part of something like the sky
just to be sent to the earth to melt.
(I have a sense of déjà vu, don’t you?)
A bed in the burn until was empty, and then full,
and then empty again.
Time is untouchable.
A week has gone by and I can barely smell it.
There is no thing y ness to time.
How we exist with it in our thoughts is the next miracle.