The morality of time and space

June 14, 2020

No one wonders why the world spins

no one asks the mouse why he drinks the poison

it shouldn’t matter that it smelt like cheese


no cause or effect in children killing

just children killing


the man in the moon laughs:

at youth, chrysanthemums, itself

ambition, itself again, string


theorize the yellow brick road was just in the center of a two-way street

Dorothy, a poor teenage suicide.

the scarecrow, the tinman, victims of father time.


if we walk far enough

I am sure we shall sometime

Come to someplace


through shattered atmosphere

the spatial infection breathes, falling into

nebulous, nuclear super




Humanity knows why the world spins

quoth the mockingbird.

Humanity knows, thinks, but even so.

No one really knows.

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