three steps from sunlight,
near the end of shadow,
you pause,
fearful.
it’s been!
it’s been
a
long time since you were
touched
touched by golden droplets of raging sunlight, gentle tyranny, soft domination,
e n d l e s s b u r n —
you take the next step
you take it and you
take it and it
touches you and
it touches you and it
touches you and
you smile, like,
like,
(like so many times before,)
,,
w i d e .
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)