Barreling aimlessly through eons of darkness
I’ve come to rest at your feet
With none other to offer
But measly shreds of condensed energy
Measured out in loud, labored breaths
And globules of shiny, white matter
All manner of talents
Equate to nothing
In the court of reality
And matter not to the high judges
In their flowing garments of
Credentials and opulent achievement
You, as an honorary member of this committee,
Find value in quiet,
In the scent of the moonlight
Reflected upon the choppy waves,
In the smell of the lowly
And chagrined nape of my neck
Where you deposit
Love and miraculous
Touch upon touch
words and picture by BCFL
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