The Information Hack

Would you be upset if I
information hacked you?

The progeny, the progeny, the progeny
are
living

Everyone wanted to be living

In multiplicative ways

Scattered now

It’s what the stars are saying

The clutch of your hair in my hand

Such scents of flowers and milk

Blue cast eyes from the window

to the city

the solar system

and so many galaxies beyond

would I take the genetics of your
presence

your crepulescent thoughts

or your fine statuesque build that would
antiquate the calcite statues of
Andromeda

The Passion Of Is

Did it ever occur to you
that we lived a billion lifetimes
together?

Now
we are ancient

And everything’s ancient that
rests all around

There was that much passion

The oak trees, the red rocks, and the
tallgrass
act
ageless

This is my home

You look out the glass of a
window in a much different land

The passion still is

The sun is another