Elucidating Questions

The dropping of the mountain as the thought of being at the top merely an avalanche of description and forces.

And isn’t the end always the same with a sword in the belly or someone having heard what they didn’t want to hear.

This just seems to be yet another day.

So why is the ice, the cold, the winter, screaming as loudly.

So just more, winter happens and that’s that.

What an important thing to know.

There is no fear or ambition or want. The giver of dreams put it all out.

And yet there is that Gods damn rose. The Gods damn sheep. This Gods damn call for letting it go or finding home or accepting love.

When there is nothing, there isn’t one, and I’m not the one and never would be again.