my people so please don't send me away.
i wish i was a deep thinker. i like deep thinkers.
quiet mysterious people who rarely speak but then
open their mouths. oh holy books in their eyes. they
sleep in large clouds. they rest in small cups. lights flicker
binderwhisper o coming from their hair. darkness
from their. hands. the sad sweet kind. momentous but
quiet in passing. makes me feel light. i know they're heavy.
i know they're burdened. i don't envy. they don't get it.
(neither do i) that's why they deep thinkly. their ideas
are finite and sad. or imaginative and freeing. we become
curiouser. more wondering.
the whole scrappy jumble of thoughts deeper.