Errant, vast, my expanses
in the depths of hypnotisms
so ancient… still so spicy…
Reverberation of distant essences
is the adamantine wake
of dreaming satellites.
I collect rainbow sparks,
exalted
by craters of inlaid borders.
I would feel a silky tinkling
echoing in my throat,
but without a key,
the unknown does not reveal the intent
of me put down on this world...

In a shallow society it's hard to find depth.
Often we end up holding our breath for no reason.
We get comfortable wading.

And then we're caught unprepared.
Quickly we rise to the surface, coughing, breathing quickly in an environment with no added pressure.

On the surface everything is easy.
But you will never gain insight without looking down.
Shallow worries float, easily swayed--Wisdom sinks like an anchor.

Depth.
It's hard to find in a generation that measures it in oz.
I'm happy to say, my life will never fit inside a glass.

Sink into people.
Let others sink into you.
Pull me under, I beg you.

you are as
shallow
as the
shot glass
you fill
time after time

you would think
that all of that
liquid
would contribute
to some
depth

but instead
all youve gained
is a headache
and some words
you shouldnt have
said

he's black, white,
and read all over
by acquaintances in his
circumference of people.
but no one asks,
no one takes the time,
to inquire behind
the gray mix of his
black and white appearance.
perhaps he's a light blue,
or a pretty yellow
that mistakenly ran into
some gray along the way,
but no one knows
because they'd rather spend
their sunday morning judging
a black story on a white page
than exploring the vast depth
of an intricate person.

Wrap me in the depths
of your haunting eyes,
drown my frame
in the layers pf your bedsheets,
You may imprison me with lies
but I am enthralled
with the fragility you effortlessly hide.