nickkahler reblogged
shinji--moon-deactivated2017123
We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math. I am beset, even by rest.
And when I close my eyes, the world
is still macaronic. I feel for the wolf
about to be trapped in the landfill.
I feel for the crab about to scamper
from the net. I feel for humanity when
the brightness of sick knowledge falls
from exorbitant air. But remedies
abound. There’s a remedy for everything.
And a remedy for every remedy.
Bill Yarrow, "Bees in the Eaves," c. 2010 (via commovente)