Growing and Giggling

There are rocks

On the earth more durable

Than the configurations of heaven

-Kenneth Rexroth

Something’s moving in a series of unrelated nothingness

Chopped up chaos gutted clean

A microcosm of independent everything

To define would be to compare

And these things posse a pre-linguistic entropy

Stretching beyond the past

The birth of resemblance

Sprung from desire

From the need to belong

In a setting packed with something’s

To define…

Not their own uniqueness

But what makes them

The same

Faith sprouts up

it doesn't fall like rain

it cannot be careless

-Brian Merril

we made a fountain out of a fish-tank

If you amplify everything, you hear nothing- John Stewart