Summary in a single
line:
i like food lol
Distillate of thirty years –
better you said nothing
lol

What is this I lack?
Some connection –
some
strand
that
hangs
Me to the world.
I feel its absence, and in its void
a sadness
no companion can erase.

We make,
And in making find
The made but a pale imitation
Of that Object in our mind

I dream of roads, of miles ahead without a light; of long grass on a broken shore – dancing, whispering, alive in the lim’nal light. I dream of silence. No sound about or talking heads...

“I’m so cold – I’m putting my hands above the stove to get them warm.” “Mmm. Don’t burn yourself.” Sometimes – just sometimes – I can be...