A door you could only enter
once steel and shineless
so many people had entered
I saw some of them standing still
and others pressing on (it opened
to a bizarre expanse of wild, the further
in the more strange and dangerous,
everyday monsters turning
before your eyes) like their
lives were fragile wire that
had to move to stay firm while
dodging ducks with razor teeth
and rivers orange and boiling,
everyone was either sad or
happy or dying and you were there
I wanted to build a home for us
anyplace and never leave
no matter the reason.
People are good. We are good. Earth is sweet, rich, abundant. Human beings are by nature kind and desire to love. Our lives are enough, and the mountains, and the stars, the mysteries, horizons, tears, jumps for joy, and to be at all is enough. And even if