No Sense to Quarrel

The circumstance of the saint does not occur to the birds
Who knows they know the goal they have found
They never worry if they do a new sub species

We are divided and found in magical numbers and shapes
Textures of these sounds that you make as your eyes read the length of this sentence
She was digging through the drawer certain a rubber band could be anywhere for no sense

The questions cant be answered here and any pressure I had dissapears
The length and texture are mostly what I am about
I like to be in your head

From the drawer I removed what was left of a large ball of rubber bands
No sense to dig I know exactly something
Answered is the question there just beyond the end

 No reason am I aware do I have to write
I think it is about you cause it matters not what I do
Only what I am and with that no sense to quarrel

Not a bird do I fly this reality we share
I get distracted and I do things for no reason
Beautiful and pointless

I used to have more questions
Certain things are easier to express
I find only one goal be more do less give more take less

Important things form chains it is in their nature to help
How your proteins fold and your love continues
That one goal for each day to be better

When people say it is the best day take notice and see
Know what a gift and like the birds no worries
It is the point and tomorrow better

As if containing the qualities of the other inside you
Just depends how far you identify yourself
From the perspective of deep time everything you see is a creative turn

What greater eccentricity could slime hold than to fill an atmosphere with oxygen
Countless billions of us all

Creating

We are creating a world of wealthy corporations and poor people
Appearances long have held value but like any bubble burst
What is the reason we collectively are doing this?
Money tends to accumulate and attract people with bad intentions

Things that have true value are neglected for no reason
Simply because we miss the importance of them
While worthless things we chase

Been

Could have been lost in so many places
Chose every place to leave their faces

Brought myself here
From here I will not fear

Christiana out on the thin ice
There was a life and it was nice

Why did i not lose myself so many places
Brought myself here to these faces

Been other possibilities but none as interesting to me