grains
200
all fleeting in sensescreating me as I werea while ago
little spider hidingrain dropsworries
all same importance
dog snoozingone eye half openblink
skin hot & sandybeauty & death & rotting corpse
all same importance
we are so thin on top of sensingthe mind, the story, the narrativebased on no real evidencedesperately searching or thinking we are not
real time blinkschunks coming and goingentering & leavingflashing lights on blue metal machine
all same importance
love & hate & winning & losingno difference
life is what is pulsating nowdeath is what is pulsating now
nothing to do with ego/person/self/me/you/individual/soul/spiritthose are just wastes of timein the very small and very grand scheme
we are tiny grains in deathin life we are fleeting as dust in the wind