Wednesday, April 9, 2025

93 - Something more than this

How do you feel about
God and other monsters?
What about life 
and the dichotomy of death?
I want to get a sense of how your brain works, 
yet I fear that it may lack a sense of depth. 

Tell me, is the green of the grass 
the same to you, to me, to them,
or does one of us see what I call purple
while others' blue or red

Do these questions make you stumble?
Do they roll straight through your head?
Do you stay up at night and wonder, 
what power the earth has left...

Are we merely just an atom
on the back of some large dog
in a far and distant universe 
our electrons, Pluto and Mars?

Do you wonder what the meaning, 
of this restless life must be, 
is it settled in the stars, 
that you would collide with me?

Or, are we out here wandering, 
of our own free will of chance?
Choosing whether we stand still, 
or make the choice to dance.

To dance
to dance 
to sparkle
to see a full color 
abiss 
to spin 
to laugh 
to desire 
well, 
something more 
than this.



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