Musings

Chance

Sometimes I think we were meant to heal each other a little…

Not the kind of partnership that lasts through soccer practices and rushed meals

….our collective cracks would cancel those strengths before any foundation forms,

But the alchemy that burns through, changing forever the elemental signature

The spiritual exercise of the one night stand, divine in revelations never shared

…..that I dream of being the heroine in a planetary struggle for truth; the bearer of mystery and you feel Bogart should have convinced the girl to stay as the white house dissolved to credits

There appears a Venn diagram for every shadowing flame pulsing cellular

fading falling
dissolving dispersing deleting
shattering slipping
colliding collating coalescing

Pool cue broken balls bump the pocket,

particles accelerate toward walls,

quaking quarks quintecess

I have known since the youth of consciousness that I want to be scattered not buried

Spent too much time underground already

So please

hold this unbearable lightness of being, and kiss the dice towards permutation

I dwell in possibility