Friday, May 12, 2017

9511. COMMINGLED, THE WASTE

COMMINGLED, THE WASTE
I really do forget : no one seems to
mind anything, or everyone minds
everything. At the same time, either
no cares cares at all, or, every little
god-forsaken thing has a meaning 
and a reason to be fought over.  Maybe
that's just the way it all goes. A 
hand-on-the-tiller God who gives
equal weight to everything gives 
equal weight to nothing at all. 
The blackbird tears off the head
of the sparrow to eat the brain and
leave the rest. The highways are
littered with roadkill.






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