One-A-Day

some say that death mars life but life surely reciprocates this enmity. as we wink into existence we fault death for pain and misery, blinding ourselves to the truth. surely such large concepts are common to matter and antimatter alike! temporality does not observe the states of being that we establish to bestow meaning to our days. time passes: we live; we die. we fabricate checkpoints to interrupt the stretch of personal existence -- birth to maturity to matrimony to birth -- and with it another stretch of years segmented into arbitrary units of time. (astronauts' observations confirm the calendar's dependence on orbits, but they're of little import to those of us relegated to lives on these hunks of orbiting rock.) but death is mankind's only landmark: eras and dynasties divided with scarlet. the hourglass runneth over with blood! yesterday's carafe has been refilled drink now of the deceased. there is ...

temptation you are even if you have no desire to be desired so you are the same. your presence plagues me at the same time that your absence pains me. how can i stop that with no true origin? you grew hydroponically despite your lack of traditional nurturing here you are. do you know where here is? i didn't designate a plot for your crop but you're here all the same, like a seed whose germination point lies far from its parent stem. what do i do now? you've infiltrated my compound without any intent to do so. you've sowed discontent, although i've never spread your seed. if you're not involved if you're not to blame how can you be involved how can i make YOU part of the equation that only involves me + me. my imagination takes me down many roads and this time i tread yours without your permission. can i make myself turn away or revert to the true course or retrace my steps? you are not part of this. i am only attempting to en...