Monday, May 31, 2010

summer winter

my emptyness is temporary
and in it i dwell.

i occupy its hollow
so much so
that i repeatedly wail
determined to hear my own echo.
next season
i will i see no more the brim
and lament all the same
because the overabundance
will smother me,
so much so
that it will spill over,
and being the aquarian i am
i shall momentarily long for the strife
of having nothing

Sunday, May 2, 2010

nonetheless

i'm scared

instinct

all the prime advice in the universe
even offered by the maji from the orient
cannot shake me
though i practice no prophecy
though i hold no degree
though i am no one
and therefore know not how to navigate
i feel which star to follow
and so it be.