Upcycled, mixed media artwork by Keely Jane
in defense of the goat that continues to wander towards the certain doom of the cliff #57
leave food for the thin birds
make it hard to imagine the song
fading let the truth deal with
the truth it could be a millennia
without us we could return maybe
as a new species there is no heaven
in that blink but do we care
about a heaven without thin birds
we cannot forge ahead anyway we
can only learn to sing old songs
& make out a little bit with biology
& the gift of matter mattering
in defense of the goat that continues to wander towards the certain doom of the cliff #58
the logic is clear our position relies
too much on the existence of angels
& less on the belief that the goat's time
has always been of use the goat wanders
as we fear we fear we fear we isolate
during the stroll to burning of our time
& we fear we fear we fear that this
is metaphor allusion illusion computer
antics god antics a universe's rage
a long tradition of losing control
chaos of an untender nature strange
support for our demise our anomaly
