the ways people are alone

i am tired of diminishing the words

outright

there is no expected outcome.

this is freedom. i'm not waiting for it

or preparing

it is just happening

the explosion of ideas

memories, images

wondering how I ever ended up

having hands

and breathing

how could there be an ocean full of animals?

how could people, having conversations for

thousands of years

come to this?

there's only liquid,

and waterfalls