[or, THE DIFFERENCES]
So it would seem
freedom means my ceasing to be,
breathing means my freezing,
smiles likewise to weeping--
very well, oh yes,
it's not so strange yes
but also not so easy
never will be easy--
sadly though
this mystery of motion
(oh, for me a merely teeny-tiny ocean
(of complete destruction)
makes you think you're happy. So
let's, sure let's, grin hand-almost-hand,
not hand-in-hand
but neither never too far out of hand;
internal bleeding-out meets your relief in
fact that it
will take ten thousand lifetimes
for this burnt sand
to break down,
oh sure yes.
-r
