of boulders and their trajectories

living within assumptions
living within the infinite realm of comparison
living inside a mind of endless doubt and raging ego
living outside what is natural and what is fabricated
living with George and his brothers
living with the icon of José somewhere in the back of my mind
living on top of the world
living on the edge and on the back foot
living like greasy tweakers in the alleyways
living like a lord in his manor
living half-baked in my own hatred
living soothed by the idea of a kind and forgiving universe
living still