The emperor has no sense
The emperor has no sense. His advisers don’t.
:- Doug.

For what we do not see
am I greedy? Or wanting
with them to meet
that we both
be turned?
:- Doug.
Let us wrestle ourselves out of our left minds into our right, out of lower logic into divine logic, out of rational into poetic.
:- Doug.
I die a thousand times a day every letting out my breath there is no support no assurance my lungs will take another when they do I ought rejoice but do not because I mistakenly expect
another
lilacs turning brown
another spring going
I walk fast
:- Doug.
When we might say “pressure,” let’s say “need for steadiness in caring.” It helps.
:- Doug.