Linger Still

You find time in the fabric which surprised even the scientist
There with the smell and taste of the marrow
Words repurposed

More Truth

Happens once a year
And by no great deed done
Past and future surrounded
Paused still here along her way
Yellower soul it is true to see

Birthdays
Days
All
Year round

Sharing another time and place
Inside the
Realities
I linger still

The Rug

It was a year and around 40 days ago
one of those games you play at parties
Draw and pass it on and this number $2.37

I was trying to create a road side rest from the air
That number came as the price of gas for some reason
Fifteen maybe Seventeen people looked at me and scratched their heads

Cognitively they could not process by that I meant the price of gas
I Didn't think it would come back down myself

I paid $2.32 today and find myself in those glances
Things are foreshadowed everyday
Due their nature

The world is slumping we are surging
Demand is gone from the world
Twenty five percent of the energy with five percent the population pays dividends

Nothing else does
We place the rug and pull it out from under them
No change in operations

Twenty eight billion dollars is not what it used to be
Not you or I
Just us that is wrong

Consumers have more money
That is the good news
The economist only wants growth at expense of the rest of the world
This is cancer

Certain things can't be cured
Ends inevitable
An outer layer of sustainability

We should be different
The best yes should always be better
Sustainable growth in doing right is an inexhaustible resource
We think there is more than one world and that is where we are wrong

We will save ourselves or the earth will shrug at atlas
Your first world problems are very real
You and I are wrong

We will get them this time again
What do you think we will do with it
Waste our chance?
Life might not be sustainable I suppose

You Must Be Dominque

Certain moments in life there only for me
Others you gather with those smiles

Words describe something away and I could sit and do nothing but write
Yet could I not tell you about today in any time frame

Or a moment of those things I remember
From this week

She was a twin like me
There are certain inexplicable ways we come upon each other

Find our selves no time or need really to express
A simple task for simple reasons to draw breath upon the shore again in the sun

No hibernated but less nuance
This first work we never finish

To construct ourselves in this our reality
There is a simple lesson to learn in life the hard way

Words in the end have no meaning that can not be distorted
And never a shortage of those to do it

Our us to show what their best abilities are
A task that will finish in a predictable way

We do not comprehend destination

Evil is like anti matter critically flawed
It is gravity that changes time and this inevitable seems impossible

Tamir Rice is what comes up first in our discussions

There are answers always were
Common Sense: Time makes more converts than reason or any words written