Jars

jars
are we not
with those units
of measurement, held
in each other’s conscious eyes

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The Busy Man

So busy I was
Feeling the corners
The heart, slipped
Out of my hands

Lesson Of The Day (To Self)

it is time now, of sunset
to empty the mind, recollect
unroll those thoughts wound
from the long day you found

Made to Love

Universe not made
To measure
By volumes of logic

What is Talent?

We ever measure our society

place silver crown upon a victory.

Where Am I?

Wonder where I came from
Wonder where I will go
Wonder where I am