Wasn’t what this was all about 4/12/2022, Con/Jur/d By now it should be clear as the inner voice gets quieter it wasn’t about the sex the drugs the money the work the food by now it seems it wasn’t even about the art, the memories although, it feels like by now we would understand more, be better people have gratitude even for the negatives and having cultivated joy should be able to coax it out just by calling into the wind, looking into your eyes even getting out of bed if we just could catch it, make it ours, we would have if we could stop making excuses, defending the story pretending to be us by now.
Sigh. Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/12/2022
Honing those poetics. Lovely.