beneath cypress trees
stands a small pagoda;
top tier damaged
by storm-dropped limbs;
it won't outlast those trees.
Yielding [Tanka]
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“You’re living in a dream world, a simulation, nothing is real.”
Can’t really change anything (see: Novikov Self-Consistency Principle) and I don’t believe people can enact wisdom until they are ready (i.e. whispering wise words in the ear will not make a wiser person,) and so I’m left with fucking with ourself.


Chapter 7. Chapter 8.
NOTE: Incidentally, I would not title a chapter of my memoirs “The Hard Years,” so as to avoid the assumption that that was when I worked in porn. People would either skip said chapter… or skip to it.

slender-stalked mushroom
stands straight & tall & still,
but not for long.
Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot
mushroom stands tall;
wasn’t there the day before,
may be gone the next.