Exist Extant









Let us be still, you and I
Keep our contract with the sky;
Settle our score at this day’s end.
You never said what you meant;
Nor meant what you said. Perhaps
That is the distance propagated by
Discontent: the bijou memories strewn
like so much rice and confetti
in cognizance of these little fictions.




























3 Comments Add yours

  1. This is quiet beautiful. Do we create our reality or do we create our own fiction? Or is it a little of both?

    1. ccthinks says:

      Sometimes it’s difficult to distinguish one from the other, no doubt. Maybe they are the same, if we live in multiverses, then we have every probability open to us to explore.

      Thank you so much, Doug, for the lovely comment. Made me think! xox

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