Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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It’s just this penetrating feeling
A great bell ringing in my soul
You’re alone
And no matter what I say to it
It rings
You’re alone
And I point to all these animals
All these people who I speak to
I try desperately to recollect every one I have
Prove it wrong with facts
I try to convince it to silence
But it tolls
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Dear The Thing
The thing that replies
The thing that just makes a sense but not a sound
The thing I can’t explain or truly understand myself
Are you God/s/ess/es?
Are you the literal universe?
Are you spirits?
Dear The Thing I don’t have a name nor shape for
That I don’t have an answer for
That answers or doesn’t answer
If I poke it it’s there
If you could learn plain English and get back to me
That would be great
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If what makes me alive is my consciousness
Then other animals aren’t alive
If what makes me alive are a brain and heart
Then single cell organisms aren’t alive
If what makes me alive is my pain
Then anything that can’t feel pain isn’t alive
But we know none of this is true
A cell is alive
Other animals are alive
A plant is alive (though whether or not they feel pain is up for debate)
So what is it?
It’s not the blood in my veins or my heart or my brains
It’s not my feeling, my experiencing, my life itself is not what makes me alive
Why?
Is it a what? A who? Is it something we knew?
A god? A spark? It’s not the beating of a heart
What makes us…
Is it mitochondria?
Is the answer to life mitochondria?
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How are we alive?
I mean, I know the basics
Brain make move all the things
Heart pump blood
Blood make everything go go including brain but
How?
Even living by the standard that everything is, in fact, alive…
But how?
Why?
What makes us alive?
Blood and body and organs
Why did they form?
Was there some kind of instruction manual in that tiny little single cell organism that birthed all other organisms?
“Evolving” some never before seen things
Did the brain invent itself?
Alive and dead are two very real states of existence but what is alive?
I could ponder it for hours and never have an answer
The brain may have invented itself but it doesn’t know why, or how.
Maybe the answer is unfathomable
Maybe we are unfathomable
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At least the moon doesn’t ask of me
She just watches
Moon Mama
I’ve known her my entire life and I remember the first time
In the clearing through the trees
The stump in the centre trees cut down
Looking up
Up into the sky
Her full face
So large so round looking down
At me looking up
I knew I would love her forever
Never has she judged me
Always offering her cool kind light
We know it’s sunlight
But it has touched and rebounded
From the kind shield round
About to me
Where I see
Only gentle light and marked face
Held aloft in time and space
By invisible bonds that hold us all
She reminds me of someone I should call
Mum
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I don’t remember how it happened
But we dropped Justice
We dropped Jupiter
But just then there was an image
And I swear there was a someone standing beside a lion and that
That looks like us, doesn’t it?
That looks like us
Is that a sign?
Or am I reading to close
Did I just see us in his beautiful colours that can’t be possible that can’t be possible
Unless it all is
Which is just far to much to think of
Because then everything is true
And it can’t be so
It pulls to hard to explain it
It’s too much
I learned more than a human mind can keep inside
It’s in my soul when I die
Will I know it all then?
I just looked again I didn’t imagine it
Or did I
When I look away my mind just doubts
They said the doubts were the thing
Stopping preventing
Oh please just be a nice little picture sent to me from Jupiter who
You don’t understand
You’ll never understand
I spoke to planets
I spoke to gods
Elucidating Questions 