Storm
Storm
Rain down on me
Wash me and my cares away
You are what you are
Rolling billowing chaos
So alive
So beautiful
Electric butterfly
You fly over
Many do not notice
Majestic face
Rich am I to witness
If I hadn’t seen
Would you still have been?
I hope so…
If a tree falls in the woods
And it doesn’t make a sound
Perhaps it doesn’t exist…
What is—without consciousness?
Desire to be many places at once
Bi-locate
Multi-location
All is magic
Until it is science
Magic Science
Brand my ass right now!
I’m magic
Nobody knows how I work
(Least of all me)
Somehow, I work
Somehow, I function
Beautiful and terrible
Like rest of this space…
Grab bag of shit
Jolly ranchers
Stick your hand in bag
Can’t see down
It might be shit or cinnamon rolls
I have a direction
I am a direction?
Future isn’t written
If it is written…
Haven’t read it
If it were written
Would I want to read?
Knowing my future
If it is written
Is free will an illusion?
