Is there any hope left ?

is there an escape from selfishness?

can exhaling and inhaling be forgettable.

can happiness be as sweet as an everlasting moment , an infinity in the now.

or can doors open into dreamy oblivion.

yearning towards an exit , any exit.

There is only birth and destruction , there are no exits , non at all.

or could it be my last illusion ? that there is NO EXIT.

Tired , I lay down into my chores. never dreaming , never hoping , never being more than I am.

Is there any hope left ?

What if.....

what if all is , whether it is or not ?

what if we jump into the sky ? who decides , or who doesn't decide ? or can one jump sideways into inner lines of thin points.

why do cups fill with sandy light on a sweaty fence ? what if it dies ? do they weep ? those lips that lick dew from the moons eyes...

Anyway , what if "if" does not imply "if" anymore ..... what if all words are lost , or they are already lost , are they lost?

a million crickets quacked (they did!) on the hill tomorrow , but happiness did not touch them , those wide-eyed creatures of ducky disposition.

and on a side note , fermat wrote his last theorem.

take care , you cute swindly bipedals you.....