Boring

why are not all things simply black and white?

I see in wants anyhow. 

for what purpose are emotions?
why are we not merely points...

instead: complex 3 dimensional wrecks? 

that's not for you to know says Jupiter to the wilted flower petal.

what is pain?

an itch...

why do we crave?
love is silly
death is boring.

boring.  and the clock ticks.

you cold clock. 

bold silence is intimidating

bold silence is intimidating

one never stands corrected
and fear becomes a broken tool
of the babbling potentate. 

the mute becomes a
brick to be hurled;
a blank page transformed
into an impenetrable shield