And then, they will tell you that when you
Grow up,
You will find what you want in life
And find success
Which of course presupposes
Everybody not being full of sh**
With smirking faces and deliberate disrespect
The only seeming special of the day
So isn’t it peculiar that
The death of one hated musician,
One hated celebrity
Can make it all seems so small.
.
I just read in a Rumi edition,
Complete,
That the start of humanity was from something like
A vengeful, uncontrolled spasm of
Overly concentrated matter
(Very complete),
And in between we have our births,
We have maybe a little luck,
And we have language,
Which with to do…
What I’m doing now.
At least, this is what I’ve found to do.