what could have been a space to be filled with questioning
like these little infections:
but why? and how? where to now? and for what cause?
i'm sorry world, i will never understand you
i never find ease in being within you.
so to vision, i give my life.
with observation, i am drugged.
with color, i am fulfilled
and with distortion i am relieved.
i am thankful to the hog, from his hair to his hooves