an

mistrust the impulse

mistrust the impulse 
to harbor an opinion  
about everything

unfamiliar stars 
align my bow across an 
esoteric shore

every masterpiece 
begins with a blank canvas 
and an open mind

the frontal assault
is an expensive approach
to a machine gun

this new dimension 
imprisoned in an instant
this eternity

an efficient way
for strangers who wish you well
to get through to you

imagine spending
priceless drops of life to trash
an innocent gift

an experiment
in internet mind control
don’t tell anyone

it took an instant
to see infinity in
this thing between us

the possible is
an undefined manifold
bounded by the done