Urban Habitat

The Second Life of a Poem

Life’s been a slump as of late. Ths feeling of stuckness, of fighting up a hill that never ends when I can’t see the top… where to go from here? It’s unclear sometimes, even though I think I’m better than where I was a month or so ago. I have more projects, more things to do for joy than for some alterior purposeor just for money. Not that money is unimportant, or necessarily bad; it’s just that I want to do things for me, not for someone else’s dream to earn my keep, persay.

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  • [need]

    What do I need? Every day it feels unsure beyond water, food, air, shelter. The hierarchy appears more like a swirl, like a triangle toppled by time and emotion. Perhaps we have overstayed our welcome as ecosystem engineers; evolution granted us abilty but what we’ve done with it is built on individual choice, on top…

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  • [grain]

    Abandoned fields of grain sway in a silent breeze that carries no sound, neither east nor west. Underground, the fibers run in parallel; they pop up between individual stalks like deer-stands, watching. Someone buzzes by; she lands lightly on one of the crops and extends her probiscis to drink.