All Experience

All experience is part of the path/food for the soul/sparks in the dark/lessons in matter

And we all matter even when we are not/if we are not/as we dissolve/after the meaning went

Meaning can be such a fickle thing/senseless thing/tricky thing/yet sometimes a certain thing

Things are rarely what they seem/how/look/the shapes they form around our tongues/not chaos

Chaos is part of the path/all the paths/winds/promises in motion/unsteady hearts

Hearts in roars/murmurs/songs/waves/oceans

And we all have oceans/we are all oceans/aren’t we

Aren’t we conches/echoes/seeking horizons/chasing horizons/wet

All the ebbs and flows are part of the wave/path/paths/journey

#Sussithepoet

I didn't say GOOD poet, famous, successful or even ok - poet

but a poet nonetheless.

Some things can not easily be expressed in fully formed sentences, all buttoned-up logic and sense, not by me anyway. The point of human life experience is one such multiplicity, it always astounds me how it then can also be so goddamn BORING. Maybe it is just me. It's probably me.