I forget why,
but never mind how
who said what when
or where, but nowadays
lately and my whole life
long, there simply pretends
to be nothing particularly
wrong.
It's a puzzle.
And I intend.
But I know I never will,
more wish,
all whim and fancy
justifications imaginable
- I conceive a possibility
you might want to kill like
now? Right now? Before it sets
in?
If one conceives what one wants
with intention and without limitation,
I have heard the universe responds.
You have to listed quietly
whenever it's on
No comments:
Post a Comment
Anything you have to say - question, critique, interpretation, praise or rebuke - is received with gratitude and interest.
If it looks like spam and contains a link, though, it will not be published. I will cherish it to myself, instead. Thank you!