My Meadow

The eternal landscape of our souls under the sunlight and darkness of the aspects of modern life, such as SOCIAL AND ECONOMIC CRISIS: And we were wondering what were the first of us following? We didn't know, not even this time.

FAMILY: Your fears are the robbers of my happiness, Mum. Send them to prison and give me a hug.

LOVE: Additionally, love's cosmogonic action finally induces catharsis or disaster like every healthy storm.

TRAVELLING: A take-off that's the point. Whichever take-off but now.

SCIENCE: Whenever time drifts by you, it becomes integral and moist. Whenever you push the time, you find it uncompressed.

ART: I think that this is the way that poetry is used to appear. Through cracks. On the wall.

ILLUSIONS: Panthers with chained hunger stalk the end of the party.

ENVIRONMENT: But you aren't listening to me, city, you aren't. And you are making noise. If you can't speak spotlessly, at least shut up.

MOURNING: Acceptance of the perishable stoically, reception of the death well meaning. Perhaps even for the most beloved. And coconuts in free fall.