Anger at Everything
Anger at everything, it is a good way.
People are pebbles, people are plants.
We are the microscope’s one step from nothing.
We hate each other, we hate the sun, we hate the soul.
Companies use us, popes use us, sons use us.
And we use them and black holes and pigs.
Is this a bad morning or wisdom?
Rage then questions, smiles then questions,
questions follow our labor, our reasonings, our feelings.
I dive into questions.
After a life of decisions and faith and learning,
questions are all I have left.
What lies beyond questions?
Not answers, that was me growing up.
Angels don’t think, God saturates them.
I don’t want to think either, I am bad at it.
Humans talk too much.
I will stop writing this.