No Need to Explain
There is no need to explain. No need. Still, I sift. I sort looking for threads to bind the dissimilar, to stitch a narrative, to explain the unexplainable parts of life. There’s nothing wrong with telling stories, with bringing people together around everything that at first glance seems so totally different. You and I both know, the world we’re living in is just one possibility. There are all kinds of cracks and crevices where the truth comes in. Yet we treat it as a lie. Too much explaining robs us from discovering the mystery and ruins our poetry.
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