Spiritual Materialism on a planet of manufactured poverty

skimming over
what i just wrote you,
it seems evident
that i am missing some
pieces today.
i seem unable to
communicate clearly.
a fracturing has occurred.

perhaps this precedes
a re-assemblage?
perhaps i will again
take form as something
recognizable?
maybe i ought not hope
so, no. i
should rather desire
a new form.
or, at least
something
slightly different.

at every impossible,
phenomenal
moment,
a cleaving.
with every step
taken,

a path.

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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