it should be a comedy
the effort creating
so much determinism
in the random midst
we all swim within
a switch for a light
computed numbers 
achieving an orange
or the word i love
   Love
in that random swim
we all inhabit
clinging for our while
on this incidental
   sphere

when pessimism rules
it was born in critique
   never having
the dialectic dance
resolve between plays
but instead, the fat
weight of determination
flattening the wheels
in a comfortable one-
sided fixed state 

for me it's easy
surrendering
to another's hands
who pushes in
to move me
how my body needs
which i don't know
always listening
to the motion
created between
a juxtaposition 
of what another
believes they feel
might be right
at the moment
to what resolves
me later within