a mapless life in a mapless universe
i read yesterday in the new york times (so it must be true)
that the body is both a tomb
and a portal to transcendence
to nirvana
to the gods
to your waiting mother father brother poodle
and that to die as fully as you have lived a conversation must begin
with Mrs. Death +your ebbing life reconciling the differences
between the life you have +the life you longed for
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
Dinosauria We Charles Bukowski 1992
look no further than your passions as a child:
animals
books
nature
dancing
acting
oceans
wizards
style
saving lives
your unconscious your guide to a mapless human life in a mapless universe
but first you must learn how to read the signs the images the dreams
+synchronicities placed on your path quite intentionally
propelling you forward to become yourself what daimon was sent to egg
you on? with a mind of its own it propelled you to a passion for catching birds!
perfect pastime for one so devoted to alone
did the daimon of ape choose her birdparents? mummybird+daddybird
both summoned by their flocks in the end hawks bluejays house wrens
birds of happiness birds of prey the birds of Purdon Drive
apes flock for 35 years kids with brokenwingsbonestrust fleshflayed
bathed in scalding water whips+chains dad kept wire under the bed
he tied mom up too the judge lifted an eyebrow
therapist should i send this child home?
how the hell should i know
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Spring 2025 ..King Solomon always knew what to do.. 1Kings 3:16 28
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