Tuesday, November 24, 2009


infinity is not a suburb

a production of machines

not a pointless mess of mass

nor a random act of genes

infinity is a house

where planets reconvene

they tend our tender gardens

and weave our woven inbetweens

they prepare for us a meal

a glorious cuisine

of light and sky and vast expanse

so we can think, create, and dream

but i yelled into the wilderness


are we just an accident?

a lonely figurine?

get me out of this dirty place

i wish to be clean

but the sky just smiled down with that everlasting gleam,

and melted into night the way i fade out of my dreams

in the wilderness i stood

like the loneliest of beings

but in that quiet moment i realized

here is everything i need

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