i.

Better i.e. improvement
meaning: it’s going to be ok,
meaning: it’s all in the past now
meaning: hope is justified

How can a walking breathing wound
be hurt by little pains?
No one goes through the callus
that is me.
A thousand hues for tragedy
filtered out of the prism.
Until one clear glass stone of truth,
remains, a talisman.

Accept everything, like a gift.

Because it is.
When did you shine the most?
When you were clean to begin with,
or after the hubris of the storm?


ii.


He is a boulder barreling down
to whatever end stops him.
All that needs to be done
is get out of the way.

He is famine sucking all dry,
This is not the season
to be water,

or ask why,
his momentum is too fast
for questions.

The offence too grave
to mention.


iii.


65 species laugh
google is your friend.
Can you hear it now?
From something as mundane
as a tumble amidst the pack.
An accidental tickle.
A guffaw, a heckle.
This is the age of contrasts,
when a laugh is at its funniest,
because the gravity of how
serious everything actually is,
is way past ludicrous.

Accept and laugh.

09/01/2024

Posted on 09/01/2024
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