this isn't done yet
these things really can happen
how much of life do we live with our heads buried
not from truth but from what's around us.
we're not bad, we're not good
we're not evil, we're not godlike
we are as profound as grass and as firm as the earth
not more or better or more perfect.
looking for meaning is a dead-end job
meaning to look is as good as not
we are what we are, and we aren't what we aren't
filter down intention to actions remaining.
sweet breath, supple limb, sound memory
stiff joint, broken heart, callous soul
being alive is a work in progress never finished
fleeting relief cracked open for repair.
