The value of alone

Misunderstood,
Alone,
Yet valued,
Hopesome, as if it mattered,in the big scheme
Presented as one or multiplicity,
Perceive it through the perceived as if it was so many,
Or, as one,
It afterlife matters little, where
1 million B.C. as microsecond gushed past in one no
Whoosh hardly enough notice
Time flowing
As a river while perchance you idly patient,
Hope to be

With you always
Different,
Now

This zennish Poesy, to phallic power,
sees over the girth and length of its accumulated myth_ the chalkfull of you where Venus from the see arose,
And if exists.

Don’t mind me for dying , before,
borne, out of vague dreAms someone has concockted .

To: D.H. Lawrence .

I know nothing is always right. Thoughts of people, the truth will come true.