And he, like Sirius, the often only star.

The agonizing impossibility of being human.

We live our lives in the fertilizer of prose and aspire to the clean air of poetry.

How is your mind? Are you posing or composing or decomposing? Are you pressing or compressing or decompressing?

The word weird is weird. It could be weirder.

I love the references to tiktoc and "siri" with Sirius...and of course the line "agonizing impossibility of being human" is a gut punch.

I also love "posing or composing or decomposing"...it's so rhythmical.

When laundry loads grow lighter

the greening

When biceps, shoulders, legs appear

longer and less sunlight though the windows

time to wake up

slow or fast rising chests

the occasional air bicycle

Playtime? Squirrels? Food?

I wish I dreamed of playtime, squirrels and food.

It's uncanny, the infinite possibility of words and yet we are confined by our present, by our language as if the words "last' or "night" or "misfortune" must only follow the word "the". Only in this epoch does that order of words make sense. And only to those of us who speak European languages.

from hibernation

or from a very bad year

or people exhaustion

It's hard performing

Every time you're on stage

Which is every time

People are present