Fuck. make love, do anything tender and
think about it.
Quiet is not necessarily still on the surface,
count on one hand all the quiet times
and then with that same hand hold all the peace ever known.
And then after the quiet explode,
violence and electricity and life,
And fuck it up,
what's the point of hanging on
to something that no longer exists
drop it like some passing craze.
have a thousand years of conversation
understand the whole fucking universe.
What's more, have a little more quiet in life,
more beautiful moments.
fucking. fucking, fucking around with things and life
and ideas, but quietly. Almost softly.