I came to some 26 years after life,
to find my world was melting into words.
When the whys fell out of fashion to the hows,
and a man was said to function, not to live.
As the quantum field spun energies, mysterious and vast,
the billiard balls lost luster, reducing beer
to insestious sensations.
Still.
Life moves us to love
like love moves us to live
for another
day
coming to life to move against fashion
slowly spinning in honey light,
licking nectarious dew after blues of night
ecstatically churning the mill, working up sweat,
gristing the nuggets of will.
Still.
love moves us to live,
grinding lenses for others to see,
or rather not, as it often is.
But I still tend to whisper - therefore.
