Tag Archive: humanity


Till Then (The Coming)

The little engine that could,
minuscule humans who might,
worlds cry that shouldn’t,
cosmos states thou shan’t,
God who simply is, then isn’t,
but was, at least for now

Chagall 2019

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Haiku for Those Insane at the Helm

Meaningless treaties
In the end the blast kills all
Butterflies rejoice

Chagall 2019
I don’t care if you are left or right – both sides suck.

Messing With the Little Guy

To the ant who questioned my Being while circling my foot in play:
I’m a Möbius strip, an Escher curve, a vast topologic ocean

© Chagall ∞

Stave

beyond the horizon
approaching machines

© Chagall ∞

Requiem Revisited

I expected to wake to cold and sorrow, but instead I rise to nothing but desire
to perform spectacular acts of radical kindness.

© Chagall ∞

EVO

From atop the altar, a humming sound,
the sweet scent of imminent grace,
morning light imbues stained glass
with timeless palpitation, what is old
is new once, ancient olive wood
balustrades provide steady ascent.

What’s that hovering o’er the assembled?
My soul resonates with the dissonant voicing
of the towering pipe-organ.

Chant, all you chanters.
Mais oui, absolument, chanté!

The good news is that
good news is
Truth.

From here atop the land-mound
I sing to the sun gods,
I reflect light back
To The Others on the land-mounds
Below Me, and They to Those
Below Them and on

We are One upon rich green rope,
buttery young olives.

© Chagall ∞

Hunted Gatherer

Really excited, bought a 3-pack of lighters,
I now have enough fire to last me a while.

© Chagall ∞

Lonely Chirps

Creatures of the kingdom appear to have homing instinct,
still I feel deep sadness for those who succeed to be lost.

© Chagall ∞

For The Gusto

Today I planted four new trees, my goal is
to outlive each of them.

© Chagall ∞

Trigger

I’m exploring why this one particular
poem of my own makes me cry.

© Chagall ∞

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