Elucidating Questions

Rat races of places with too many faces time past previously in the future to tell stories of the chaos of reality

Gods and goddesses splashing uselessly as the unfortunately unfortunate existing exists

Sons my sons

Are you human or bird

Man or goat

Human or god

What does the blood bleed into the new life the diluted potential diluted every which way

Decades

Fronds of futility in this madness crashing to the ground

Too long too old

Somewhere they sit in chairs discussing the discussable with decadent fingertips and succulent strawberries betrayed to their lips

Bitten dead life

Do you play a song and then dance in the forest

The winged tiny feet are not my ally

They shoot without asking questions first

Writing written threads into the blanket of present that becomes the past as quickly as the threads are tied

Snip

And weighed

Generations generally genuinely guessing

They have the moment

That is gone in an instant

Left in the threads of before before the ink has dried.