i'm a lover - not a fighter: but i love to fight.

in this timeless front,
where casualties are thoughts
and provocation; attacking in preemption,

we are all soldiers in idle warfare.




my general commands:



"it is not death, nor life.
conrad, comrade.....it is the un-life!"

"fear all quotations, bombarding you with useless-ness!

why?
brother why!!?

do you need to be reminded of existence?"


"does not the words that spill over conversation, satiate you enough?"

words don't spill.

they flow.


the river:


if its up, through it,
then i am beneath it.


if its down, across,
then i am above.


this is where i drink:

i fill my lips, like a cup's brim.

pouring enough ,
giving back my excess to the flow.

with this,
i know, that i can never take too much.
because when i am full,

the water knows.
the body knows.

everyone, everyone.
you, everyone.

truly knows.