Without meaning, our lives become a walk threw
Ideals are what we cling to.
We dont choose children to sing to
pick things because you do.
Without depth, love has a whole in it
passion leaves the control unit.
Words become exchanges without fire
Staring empty into the pyre.
Inside the self, is a union
Seeking communion.
To beacon the stars
with the force that made them.
To leave unasked
The difficult questions.
Is to stand in traffic
Wondering what reason to move.
art by 'El otro reloj' (The Other Timepiece) by Remedios Varo, 1957.
