OUTSIDE THE SHADED WINDOW

a bird calls 7/12/2025

YESTERDAY ON A FRUITLESS JOURNEY FOR COFFEE ENCOUNTERED THE ENTIRE CYCLE OF LIFE

What Remains
Con/Jur/d, 7/12/2025

There’s some things you said
about old age and death, faced
directly by them, it seems  to be

a good time, to be reminded, we
certainly don’t seem to be living
the story we’ve been told, 

BEEN TOLD, again, again through
all the mini-deaths, the close brushes
the observations of the adults, who
seemed to give in, repeat something
told them, until it hollowed them, gave
comfort to, we think It's time we admitted

ADMITTED, really be honest with 
ourselves, this is uncharted territory, 
                                             a fraction of 

of our ancestors, even modernities peers
have made it here, and certainly, not with
these PARTICULARS, so we guess

GUESS, what we’re really asking is 
how to grieve, how to admit we never 
knew anything, how to live, to let go

let go of stories, except those of personal
utility, or THOSE OF TRUTH AND BEAUTY
UTILITY-LESS, who admit and amplify

THIS MYSTERY,
this mystery, which has been with 
us always, and will remain when we let

go of the final, THE END
and live FULLY
               with what remains.

AT OUR AGE — THERE IS A STORY WHERE WE DON’T LOVE WET LEG AS MUCH AS WE DO

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 7/12/2025