my mans tells me to just do stuff so i watch wind blow water into waves

everyone
looks exactly
the same.

rain makes
small holes
in the sky,
which we fall
through.

rain makes
small holes
in the land,
which we fall
into.

this person
looks like
need and
this person
looks like
need and
this person
looks like
need and
this person
looks like
need.

everyone
looks like
seed.

everyone
looks exactly
the same.

every person
falls through a
small hole
in the sky,
falls into a
small hole
in the ground.

every person
is seed
in the ground.

every person
is hoping
to grow.

every person
looks exactly
the same.

the light people
all look like
light people.
ruddy
and dirty and
beautiful
with need.

the dark people
all look like
dark people.
glowing oak
and dirty and
beautiful
with need.

the in-between people
all look like
in-between people.
iridescent
and dirty and
beautiful
with need.

all the people
look exactly
the same.

there are
hairs.
there are
mottles.
there are
small holes
for looking
and
small holes
for hearing.
small holes
for tasting
and
small holes
for bringing in.
there are
small holes
for bringing out.

a small hole
arrives us.
a small hole
closes
behind us.

rain makes
small holes
in the sky.
every person
falls through.
rain makes
small holes
in the ground.
every person
falls in.

everyone
looks exactly
the same.

a tiny plant is unassuming and triumphant against a wide open backdrop

Published by Zak

an intertidal island in an ocean of impermanence.

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