Nachgedacht

The sun rises in intimate settings and we all die through different means andoddsandends and beginnings and middles and nowheres and

and it all means nothingandall at the same 
time while this can never exist

It cannot it cant it cant it can NOT I SAY
It can never be the same

Time again

not ever and never 
and we all thirst for meaning and well 
and we search look rummage for it in the clutter

beneath the trees that form the forest that forms the desert that forms the sea that
 
…oh…the trees, 
so beautiful…

this moment is come and gone
 
come and gone 
gome and cone 
gone and come

Gone and Come