Hovering: Denying, defying, never trying. How high? Above Zero.
(We need a Hero.)
Covering: The lies, the sighs, the highs, the sky’s the limit.
Discovering: A better way? What did I agree to? It’ll take a Higher Power? How high?
Recovering: Truth? Ohhhkay? How far? “Keep your eye on your steps!” Okie dokie.
Savoring: Never wavering. How far? Any lengths?
LOVING? Flying with the birdies, my Luv. Flying with the birdies. How high? Join me? You over there. yeah.
Really?
Now really.
Who and What must be destroyed
to make our lives worth living?
How many animals, how many plants, how many lives must be given?
What is the rate of death
if measured in happiness?
How many critters, how many days, how many gallons, how many ways?
From the point of view of an atom,
life can never end.
From the point of view of a True, true Lover, life will wend and wend .
From the point of view of the sightless,
Vision is quite unlimited.
From the point of view of the Artist,
there is no point to view.
Art is about destruction.
Yes, I knew that you knew.
Destruction is about Illusion.
Move over,
It’s time to go.
It seems to be.
Or is it?
I don’t know.
Do you?
How much for that old pair of Shoes?
(He fumbled around for some change.)
They’re not for sale, my friend, said she.
Well why are they there for all to see?
I’m trying to rearrange.
(He wiggled his barefoot toes
And wiped his runny nose.)
Rearrange what, the fellow inquired,
These raggedy shoes are about to expire,
They’d go just fine with my clothes.
I see what you mean, said she,
I’ll give you these shoes for free.
Could I have some socks and maybe a shirt,
And a pail of water to shed some dirt?
I’m really a sight to see,
You’re not so bad, but yes.
I can even give you a vest,
There’s a pond nearby, you can take a bath
Here’s a towel to dry; my name is Cath.
(He wanted to look his best.)
Freddy’s my name, he said.
But you can call me Fred.
(On return he looked great). Let’s celebrate,
We can get married, I’ll be your mate.
And she rearranged his head.
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