Rusty prayer wheels
on a dusty street.
They squeak & they squeal,
& no circuit completes,
but still hands reach out for each one
'cause who has faith in the clean wheel spun?
Rusty Prayer Wheels [Lyric Poem]
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a butterfly hangs
upside down,
but it seems upside down
is as meaningless an
an abstraction for it
as the two million km/h
that a human sweeps,
spins, expands, etc.
through space
is for the person who
feels only the couch
against his backside.
what must it be to not know
upside down -- to feel free
to fall, knowing the air
will catch one?

mushroom stands tall;
wasn’t there the day before,
may be gone the next.
Literally everything about a person — except (conscious or unconscious) attempts to copy others –contributes uniqueness.
The only reason we are not each entirely unique is that we make active attempts (for both good and bad reasons) to not be.
NOTE: Identical twins may have a different perspective.
While I might flatter myself that I can recognize an asshole when I see one, the truth is that stealth assholes are real.

The Information Age
bloomed & died
from wave after wave
of information inflation
and counterfeit information -
cheap knockoffs flooded
the market!
We live in a
post-information world:
an information junkyard,
to be precise.
Rusting, useless detritus
poses as treasure.
We catch glints
and think it value,
But even turds can glitter
in the Sun.
Positive? Negative? Who’s to say? Like the Taoist farmer, I’ll withhold judgement.