Tagged: packaging

the patterns you

the patterns you
observe in time
are meant
to cushion every
anomaly, the way
packaging foam
hugs the curves
of each fruit
to hold the juices
in, keep from
bruising.
so don’t
be restless, my
dear, don’t
insist that you are
bored. sink into
the patterns
of our lives,
soak it in between
the days, the years
.
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if the universe

if the universe
were a packaging machine,
would we have a say
in how we were picked up,
folded and flipped, traversing
axes we only read about
in engineering
textbooks, so that
when you and i bump
into one another
in the middle of
grand central, time
is meant
to stand still, nothing
breaks, and no one
calls for the job setter
.
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