Saturday, January 9, 2016



Paper products primarily, made for short-term use,
then thrown away – tickets, paper cups,

posters, flyers, tissue, confetti.
We are that, apparently, our bodies,

personalities, our immediate human histories;
utility and sacrifice the purpose

of our very existence,
the execution and fulfillment

of some long-term ineffable
goal of the soul

with no opinions worthy of a listen
from a crushed paper cup

or complaint from a torn ticket stub –
the temporal, the discardable

in the face of the Eternal;
the creature as opposed to Creator.

O child of God, escape to a realm where time
and space, weight and gauge do not exist.

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