the eye
You want me to come back to you, I know. “I'm always meditating,” I say in the mirror… except when I’m not, and you know when I’m not. You aren’t a spy though, but an eye I can look through to see unseeable things.
What scientists know about consciousness fits on a bookshelf, and that shelf is in a dollhouse, inside a real house by the ocean, where at night the waves drown out even your thoughts. We long for moments of peace, but we settle for not being bothered, because real peace seems so unattainable we don’t even try. A peace where each moment transitions seamlessly, as if morning till night and into the next day were all of the same cut of cloth.
You can be lied to but you never believe it anyway. All the mistakes I’ve ever made are lost in your embrace. This trip cannot be planned ahead, as I don’t know the time or place. I just leave the door open and wait. This road comes to YOU. Go ahead, tell them about it! And take your socks off if you're hot.
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2021 - 2024