The sun doesn’t rise
nor does it set
we do
but we’re all so small
and our eyes are so wide
we think we believe
reality
while in dim light
our eyesight
widens
looking into nothing
from the corners of our eyes
we see
things
we can’t see
when we
see
directly
into the possibility
of everything
look left
when you want to see right.
Karma is science
why must we fight this?
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
the Golden Rule
read your holy books
they all say the same
and even if you don’t know the meaning of dharma
you do
the universe is not trying to trick you
truth lies before you
and it’s not lying
just you do.
I have a Peter Pan complex
cause my name is Peter
and I hang out with ferries
I’m forty
at least that’s what my birth certificate laughs at me
and my back after shoveling snow
but I still have a favorite color
and a favorite baseball player
and a favorite show
and a favorite waste of time
and I find
growing up is such a waste of time
losing the genius of childhood
which has unfortunately become my hobby
cause I practice it more than being a boy
so now my genius plays coy
pretending to be an idiot
and I pretend I can’t see it
while playing peek-a-boo
with my age.
The sun constantly rises
as it always sets
in a sky as wide as
the side of this ocean you’re standing at
and if you could fly as fast as the sun
you would never see the stars
just one big mean old celestial body
cause the sun is the single star that burns you
no constellation
not even the arrow of Apollo
can scorch you
night cloaks you
makes you stronger than the cyclopes
to the attack
of these heavenly bodies
the violence of their supernovas
dulled by darkness
the light of
God.
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