what mud and flesh have in common

small hands, short-bitten-fingers,
attempting to capture all that is
pull it close, push it inside
until it bursts again in this frail human body.
see it sprout,
leaf by leaf
see it grow,
limb by limb
see it shatter,
piece by piece.

drunk–
closed eyes,
dreamy–
Higgs Boson blues.

teary eyes,
waving at each departure of what makes up the now
in attempt to kiss it
before it becomes what was.

not enough,
never enough,
more…
and more
and more
and…

haunted,
always haunted
by what is uncertain.
tempted,
always tempted
by all that touches more than just my physical senses.
torn,
always torn
by paths that lead to different states of mind.
loving,
always in love
with the potential that is human kind.

don’t——-
don’t——-
just
don’t stare at me like that;
It’s been a long time since I gave up on answers.
I live somewhere else now,
into the not knowing.

a small hut,
huge enough to bear all of the Universe inside.
it has space for you too.
(go on,
laugh!)

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