Saturday, January 15, 2011

Disfigurement

They figured out that if you put the lamp too close to the ceiling,
the house could burn.
And the soap-shiny skin in the sink is feeling like maybe it will nver be clean
because secrets can't be fought by chemistry
Or anything, really.
The only way you can get rid of a secret is by telling it
The soap won't help.
They figured out that if you make the supports better, you can have bigger windows.
Let in more light. Talk to the birds. Smell the air. Watch the rain. See the rain when there is no rain. Hear the thunder. By this time the windows have gotten quite large..
They can see more of the world, and if they don't like it, they can jump
If the lamp does cause the fire, they have an option.
"If we waited 90 days I could get it to happen, definitely."
Fake. You disgust me.
I just want another Arabian subcontinent conversation.
Parachutes couldn't save me then and I didn't really care.
The ground was far enough away.
What if we're all falling?
We are all falling.
The choices we make increase our speed, or slow us down. Some times they bring the ground closer.
And when we fall faster or fall back we meet other people we wouldn't have otherwise. If you want to find your other half, make every choice.
Of course, you will probably hit the ground sooner, I guess.
But what the hell. To the organized mind, death is just another great adventure.

2 comments:

  1. no idea how to respond to this, everything i can think of sounds so trivial and this poem moves mountains not molehills!

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