The Impersistence of Memory

trees in a forest

We are all trees in a forest
Terrified of falling
Without ever being heard

Coming out

to another set of reasons that aren’t mine

Perks of being wilder than batshit flowers

What are the perks, exactly

of being wilder & wiser

than this batshit they call flowers?

habit

a tendency to disaster

we have this ugly habit

Karma’s renovation

Karma is a wheel we keep on reinventing

what good is a voice

in spaces filled with ego

what good is a voice

a god that is

i have never found a god that is

worth the paper it’s printed on

how long has it been

since you last changed perspective?

and what has grown more?

your certainty?

or your sense of wonder for what isn’t?

Only the echos are honest

reflect on reflections