Alive

Look, this is what you do.
 You make sense.

Look, you look, 
 you make sense.

This is what you do.
 You look.  

Look, you make sense.
 You do.
 You do make sense.

Look, you do look.
 Don’t you look?
 Don’t you make sense?

Look, you make sense.
 This is what you do.

This is what you do.
 You make sense.

This is what you do.
 You make
  sense.

This is what you do.
 You
 make sense.

 

3 Responses to “
    Alive

  1. Emma Neale Says:

    So one of life’s pleasures is that it has no shape, and makes no sense, and another is that we spend it trying to make shape and sense of it.

  2. Emma Neale Says:

    It’s all a bit like concreting together a shattered teapot.

  3. Chris Says:

    Yes, you make sense by trying to make sense of it even though you can’t. If that makes any sense.

    You’re right about the teapot, too. Especially if you recognise that you broke it yourself and not entirely by accident.

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