(1.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wonder if parthenogenesis
was simply nothingness
deciding to sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(2.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“this language of hope
is mute
but not silent.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(3.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
imagine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
all of existence
stretching out around you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
everything, all at once
perpetually yet freely
taking the shape of a chain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
like a song sung in canon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and that chain
is motion freed
from its inherent need
for shapelessness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and energy changing state
is simply motion
chained to motion<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and starlight becoming dust
becoming starlight
becoming us<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is simply
light and water
composing rainforests<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and an audience
to hear it sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
imagine motion itself
was all life
ensuring that the inherent music
of everything
could never end<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as long as someone was listening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(4.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“this language of hope
is mute
but not silent.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(5.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
now imagine
whole universes
withering from existence
simply because you weren’t thinking of anything<\/p>\n\n\n\n
simply because you paid the birds no mind
nor the woods,
nor the oceans,
nor the mountains,
nor the wind,
nor anything within,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because you just blinked
the moonlight from your eye
whenever it crept in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because you
and you alone
forgot in time
that the song
by which a dying star
bid its goodbyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is still being sung
by our blessed hearts
writhing
in a darkness of their own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(7.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“this language of hope
is mute
but not silent.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(8.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
imagine whole universes
born waiting
for the day
when they will hear you
humming along again<\/p>\n\n\n\n
imagine,
just imagine
being parthenogenesis
to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(9.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“this language of hope
is mute
but not silent.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“this language of hope
is mute
but not silent.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“this language of hope
is mute
but not silent.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and is calling
all of us stagnant voyagers
of the unseen tides<\/p>\n\n\n\n
homeward
to life itself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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