fritillaries hanging

i lived on dandelions
when oxygen would not suffice

the soul craves . . .
the soul sinks from its own weight

sound and suffering
what do you see when you see death from above

there is no discernible end
to our inhumanity

there is only occlusion, delusion,
fritillaries hanging,

and the deal struck with the devil

What I’m Reading:

We might think Amazon was about making books available to us that we couldn’t find locally—and it was, and what a brilliant idea—but maybe it was also just as much about eliminating human contact.

— David Byrne / “Eliminating the Human”