all the same things

here i stop and start:

unearthed, emergent,

made of particles.

everything, i see

exposed by photons,

deceptively moved,

by darkness.

all-consuming-

ever dissatisfied.

TIME is the only thing

we all want MORE.

to be had,

to see the moon

illuminate the night-

decaying cycle of goodbye.

on-and-off lullabies.

emotions of deliberate design,

founded on dust and bones,

crusshhhed by their own weight.

simultaneous;

individual;

rebelliously in tandem:

destruction and creation

of singular moments-

then, now, and future

of all things yet.

something is

only for nothing

surrounded by everything else.

existential paradox

skillfully disguised

as logic dictates.

black and white

liable to subjection

yet, afforded change-

color as exampled,

outside of boxes-

go your own way

in spiritual transit-

real isn't really easy,

always, optional, and possible.

what do i want-

shifting what i am seeing?

i won't always be

told which is which, or which

all the same things

can make things different.

all the same things

can make different things.

all the same things:

arranged indifferent ways.