There is a doorway into a
place with ample cabinet space
and a south-facing
view
There is sunlight that creeps
in and
ruins you, melts your paychecks
and patio furniture
This is the closest you
can physically get to God without
praying
See the simple people,
below? Brushing shoulders and
tumbling down the grid system with
purpose and yoga mats
See their synchronized
movements? See them as aerosol particulates
swirling, see them irrelevant, see
them after dinner, after teeth
cease their grinding, Do
you see
yourself here?
Imagine eternity (briefly – we
should move
quickly), all its constituent loads
of laundry and immediate moments compressed,
shaken, diffusing into the air
Matter
Predict your
own descent, forget that relative
comfort is not
your hero
A couch never questions how
desperately you need it
An offer like this is
the stuff your
dreams will be made
of.
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