Sunday, July 26, 2009

Box' of Shaded of Memories #13



[Suicide Flower]

All that vast anguish of space,
so much time taken to tread.
Compounded to such an ironic end,
like a yellow flash,
a turn of head,
and a careless shrug.
A suicide flower,
didn't fall from the sky.
In impossible anti-climax,
it laid there lazy,
trying to die,
while basking in the sun.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The only story of the world

What is more limited is more desired, and what is more desired is more valuable, and what is more valuable, by virtue in and of itself, will invite increased acquisition. With increased acquisition, it becomes less limited and then less desired, and then less valuable.

Repeat. For (almost) everything.