Sometimes I muse how so many different cultures formed the USA and it should have been the best of the best. Yet instead we find ourselves in LFA - Lord of the Flies of America, a place where little is sacred, worth or respected. But much is about attention, control and being right. 

This brings my memory to a joke... but that's another story.

Out of all things

that don't tolerate stagnation 

today I chose greed 

as fuel. To explore other places

I open doors

to what's not mine

and it leaves dirt 

all over my attention

floors

So this is a goodbye

My sacred morning space

my sacred morning body

and routine 

Stop spinning! let me have this

for a few full days

I took a house into my dreams 

last night

It couldn't fit here, made of 

thoughts

But there everyone got to play

in it. Except I couldn't sleep

between all those rooms