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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