Day 232 - Only Paper

I am disappearing

But no one seems to notice

Even I cannot truly feel it

As though I never existed

It is not how they describe death

No, rather just air being

In a place untraditional it seems

But after all

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

I hold on to what is staying

Sort of waiting until I fade

Even more, because it happens

And that is just fine

For ordinary history

Such as mine, always leaving

In portals through our heads

That memory claims to control

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

But they will not, say anything

Just watch me, wash me, away

That is what I meant in the end

As I am disappearing

Day 197 - Two Dimensional

Life hangs in the balance of a blue sky
That has no way of mentioning that
What in the end should catch the eye
Is something simple and flat
That two-dimensions can catch it all
If you are willing to heed such a call

The image of a weeping child so lost
The words on the pages of a novel
The pieces of paper representing a cost
The eternal ability of these things to pull
In a powerful, yet simple way
The things it does not take lips to say

Each of us lay flattened against a screen
As vibrant as a green leaf and stem
With many a message to prune and preen
Before we are willing to invite the rest of them
Those who threaten us or so we think
Fully into our lives all the better they sink