feet

our other hands

and not too respected in our time

mostly just abused and walked upon


shoes were probably one of our first mistakes

cold climates were our downfall

and our escape just led to no where to be


being is a real word to me

as is love


most other words are just crap we made up

and mostly just limit all in our now so small little minds


being is a very still word to me

and love a silent celebration

which is rarely made manifest in our time

and is also all that we really are


our great obsession with making life little

just makes no sense to me

even when i do such things myself


freedom is an interesting word

for those of us in our personal little prisons

and all th


i forgot what i was going to say

will maybe go to bed now