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i.
Perhaps people laugh,
standing under broken things.
(Perhaps gravity is an affliction,
someone once told me that a man could
have wings, but
I only saw an equation.)
Maybe, your faith is misplaced?
perhaps God knows,
perhaps God knows.
ii.
Perhaps feeling is a number;
Perhaps the world is made of parallel lines
Perhaps our degrees are just
Tangents of my value over yours
Perhaps our feelings cannot be deduced
Through words but only through numbers;
You're a fraction and I'm the whole,
But to you I'm only a decimal.
iii.
Perhaps people laugh, under
dissociating skies;
Perhaps, through tears,
God laughs along too.
(there was a nebula collision,
but our instruments shorted out. We could only
watch the faint, pulsing light from the dust
as it crept into our depths.
for the first time
there were no viewfinders.)
Perhaps there are angels.
iv.
Maybe there is comfort in knowing that
if no axiom exists,
then God must exist too.
(The number you have dialed is invalid, Your time has run out
Your time has run out
You time has run--
Perhaps people laugh,
standing under broken things.
(Perhaps gravity is an affliction,
someone once told me that a man could
have wings, but
I only saw an equation.)
Maybe, your faith is misplaced?
perhaps God knows,
perhaps God knows.
ii.
Perhaps feeling is a number;
Perhaps the world is made of parallel lines
Perhaps our degrees are just
Tangents of my value over yours
Perhaps our feelings cannot be deduced
Through words but only through numbers;
You're a fraction and I'm the whole,
But to you I'm only a decimal.
iii.
Perhaps people laugh, under
dissociating skies;
Perhaps, through tears,
God laughs along too.
(there was a nebula collision,
but our instruments shorted out. We could only
watch the faint, pulsing light from the dust
as it crept into our depths.
for the first time
there were no viewfinders.)
Perhaps there are angels.
iv.
Maybe there is comfort in knowing that
if no axiom exists,
then God must exist too.
(The number you have dialed is invalid, Your time has run out
Your time has run out
You time has run--
Literature
Caffeine
Lately,
I hate the taste of coffee.
Even though I’d grown to love it.
I used to swear it wasn’t for me,
but then I started thinking that maybe I’d been missing out
by just ordering cookies at the coffee shop.
And I’d asked you,
“How have I gone without it for this long?”
It keeps me awake,
Smells like home,
and gives me a break to look forward to.
I liked it so much I even started drinking it
without sugar.
But now, as I sit here
forcefully sipping a mug
of mostly milk and syrup,
I wonder if the reason I’m hating the taste
is because the reason I liked it
was you.
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
decemberites
im shivering and cold
but nothing compares to the old
joy that christmas brings
im so happy i could sing!
days spent sampling candy
make me feel so dandy
i wish i could wrap up this feeling
my happiness reaches up to the ceiling
i want to cover it in santa-print paper
and unwrap it a few months later
i wish it was christmas all the time
because december is the perfect month to rhyme
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I have no words. Gorgeous.