Elucidating Questions

In a house with the strangers. In a box with the things.

In the outside with smoke, in the outside with waves.

In the inside the thousands of thoughts that just flow away. I don’t remember moments, or seconds, or thoughts.

I remember I am a student. Not what I am not.

And yet this thing keeps attaching, this thing. It’s only a beautiful story for the winners of history.

Yet we worship it here, and the denial of it is grounds for dismissal from life as you know it.

This misery of the beneath that never quite gets told, because the bards forgot their functions,

And began panning for gold.

Dear crying sister who I have not met,

I know. I know. I know. And it hurts and I’m so sorry.

I wish people would be good, I wish they would see life of others as valid and beautiful and right to let live.

Dear sister, if only we could come together and be louder than ever.

Our crying mother, I hear her too,

And I also see the sun and the moon.

I see the clouds dying, I see what’s missing.

Something far away, but shall we hope that justice gets him?