here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-e.e. cummings
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Spark by Karis Rose
The mission was to become what we are
and I do not know if I am a dog, a chemist
or a silk screen. If I am lonely I need only
the soft tapping of tonsils, the stock
exchange, the hustle.
It is ludicrous what they ask us to be.
It is lucrative. Conditioned in captivity
but I do not know if I am captor or
captive. I read somewhere the God-
Force is the tension between the polarity
in every cell. A spark burrowed in
the atom could not decide if it was
positive or negative, if it was meant to
infiltrate an eccentric haired genius, tack
its potential to nuclear weaponry or just
meditate. I am the fallen star and the rising
sun, both. I do not negotiate the differentials.
I did not start the engine but I did ask
to be born and stumble, startled, on.
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