In not so long, I will be gone. Why then is my survival instinct so strong? Perspectively, if the earth is infinity My time is surely the blink of the eye. Yet upon reflection, I use protection to keep my vulgarities from the pack for the lone wolf rarely survives the season or so the story goes, But who knows, I mean who knows for sure? F.E.A.R. is the mechanism by which I justify my bubble avoid any ‘trouble’ and live and die in sequence passed down from generation to generation - learned as well as genetic not to mention the frenetic pace we all race when we finally realize our own demise. But the ignorant are king for they laugh and play and sing Mostly unaware of anything- or maybe they are aware but choose not to care which if you ask me is true bliss and right. For F.E.A.R. is fright and through brevity seems infinite it is finite to the sum of zero or as near zero as mathematically plausible. I am here yes, but I’m actually already gone; not that th...
Poetry, Photos, and Stuff by Matt Ramey