The Damned Dreaming

How does the sick body do this,
Entering lake through the surface
Without the tickling sensation

On the way in, just arriving?
At some point, just in the dreaming,
At some point, hey, this is dreaming,

At some point, wake with a start—then!
Then there’s breaking surface tension,
Distinct sensation of breaching

And most or all of the dreaming
Disappears. Sick body’s awake,
Taking notes on the world it makes,

Notes that require a lot of work,
So much work, and the body hurts,
And, wait, it’s damned dreaming again.

God Failed at Making Other Gods

Is the cosmos meaningless? No.
Aren’t you familiar with meaning?
Was the meaning waiting for you?

Ok, there it is—probably
Not, most probably also no.
You fountain meanings like blossoms

From the flowering leaves of you,
But the bold display wasn’t there,
Never had been there without you.

For some unknown reason, this is
Difficult for you. When you say,
Things feel meaningless, what you mean

Is no meaning’s waiting for you.
You want a strange partner, don’t you?