"The Remnant"

i have lived without purpose
as some without light all their days have · & not
despaired of
yet making something

languages · like the complex bizarre patterns of on beetles
on beetles
and butterflies · that they cannot see
themselves · this might be purpose

in a larger plan sense
if you include the stars · that watch & abide
in vacuum silence stillness
this i feel

the in the bare words · as they move crawl move
out of the hive of mind · into utterance



Lucky Pool.