just because there is no path
doesn’t mean you can’t follow me
12
12
in all directions
by finding ways you’ve always cheated yourself
out of Everything at Once
invented passage of time
invented self
it’s purpose
step by step
died contained within the design
baby face
on fear
how bizarre
I could never believe
my mind being more desperate
than its absence

gardening
sowing seeds
with my knife
military
but
I am not a military man
I was
in my previous life
died in Nam in 1965
lost too much blood
somehow
reasons to survive sucked

back to NOW
my military knife
I use for many tasks
other than it was meant for
takes it easy
puts up with it like all military personnel should
calm
not surprised
I was the same way
then
when I died

the color of flowers will have a meaning after
meaning of me in this current life is gone
one pot is experimental
for this great future I have read about
at life break

by all means
I am still on the way to you

and I still hope flood is not an option
but
thinking NOW
and PAST
why care?