Monday, August 24, 2020

Our Lives as Stacks of Pumps and Jars

You can’t know what can
Heal on its own, if
You don’t risk it won’t.

How should we not be?
Do you dream at night?
What did you just dream?

Gone, I bet. Is not,
That dream, the one you
Who was lost in it.

Leave it be. You can’t
Leave it not be, not
You. How could this be?