Heavily laden with the bitter taste

a flaming tome 41 years long

I need cooling. make me small

So small I fit inside and atom

Birth me again after winters gestation

A new form, wordless, blank paged…

empty vessel micron

Space space so much space, inside of everything

the vastness is a

Connecting force,,,please don’t be mistaken

As much as you are full you are empty

As much as you are all you are nothing

As an adage of dung and stars

Sets us in our place

…echoing

The

Myth of great men

Is Grafted to the patchwork cloak

Of human lore

So Beautiful, colorful,

occulting

of the fragile form

Doesn’t it get heavy?

Does it save

You from the cold?

Naïve imitations of kali’s skull garland

Playing God(s)

This myth of great men,

Forged in isolation.

We would rather beat ourselves to death

than give up meaning making

fickle men are swift proved hypocrites however benign or malignant