Nothing exists for a reason
weather without season
mind matter measling.
Atoms on a spinning ball,
charging together,
out of control.
Lucky we’re not heading for a big fall,
into a black hole event horizon jowl!
Sunrise on my mind,
sunset underneath,
sundown s-witches places,
before I sleep
Posting this inspired the following:
Far better to live alone with the weather,
than suffer abuse just to look ‘together’.
I’m not trying to break any relationships up, and think most of my readers are quite individual anyway; so these are words of community, rather than anarchy; the community of free spirits.
These feelings are eternally mine; a constant theme in my poetry and philosophy; and not a recent feeling. Near the end of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity there is a wordplay on the Wizard of Oz‘s ‘There’s no place like home’. In middle-age I can see the wood for the trees, and the bubble of life I passed through; the incline I climbed. Life is an endurance event: some have extra handicaps imposed on them; while those who don’t usually look for them and pick them up. Most are human/media creations, and can be avoided by those who stick to the real world: with real life (including a normal honest relationship) and nature.
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