And celebrate my screen death
And flow in freemium existence
With no destination.
Nothing obliges more than
Life force calling to express
Its wilderness:
Like porcelain woodwork
I pour you into a quantum atomic mold
And let you dry to reveal the true colors
Terracotta germinates the seeds for
White magnolia petal skin of my lover
While I compose on drums
I never learned to coordinate
Left and right hands and brains.
Do you see now?
That beauty emerges only sometimes
And always from labored randomness
Even odd numbers have beauty in them
I choose to be nobody
And recline back to the pre-definition
Of infinite pluripotency
And allopoiesis
Closer to essence and closer to where?
I am no-thing, no-body
I am before all that
I create and let die.
Death to the screens, I say!
Robots can’t feel, can’t see.
And am I not a soft-shelled intelligent creation of the DNA lab?
The beauty hides in the details
That we don’t yet understand
And mysteries revealed turn to temporary truths
We hold on to for lack of certainty
why? It is what it is.
There’s beauty in multitude of wrinkles and branches the older the tree
Today be nobody.
You don’t have to work so hard
Let it happen to you
Brain makes memories even when you sleep
And stars shine brighter without us.
Go bathe in the blooming flowers until your eyes water
In allergic tears and
Let them be!