It is the difference between the signifier and the signified.
A negative space forcing an understanding to life, but
I am too in love with with the taste of dirt and desire to be anything but one with the flames of fire fueling a life into the you’s and the I’s.
I would like to know of a quiet meadow or hollow
A secret place at the center of an old oak
Where I may be free to exhale life into life
To actualize the space between the signified
But it may be possible that we are forever destined to define
To define differences that are a product of our difference craving minds
And if I sit back and let determination take determinations part
I cannot hide my dread of difference beneath my eyelids or the stillness of my heart
We are but one if we could let it be
Or let it detonate and study our bodies piece by piece The shards and uneven edges, we are products of life’s explosion Long forgetting that although we are floating fragments of stardust We are all children of the same star.