Title.

Brilliance 


by Abbie Tumbleson 


How to explain an

unexplainable constant

motion

embedded in the future. 


Evolution galvanizes the

earth as to explain itself. 


Wrestling the constancy of

time abhorring to

schedules and day-planners. 


Birthdays and Baptisms

keep spirits high. 


Even the Greeks had to

create polytheistic Gods

to give meaning to their

existence. 


It would be an

embarrassment and a discredit

to even begin to think

I know what they were

talking about. 


Fuck.

I have running water

and three bank accounts.

There is no feces or

piss floating down my

streets. 


My streets,

they aren’t mine,

but I walk down them

so I just automatically

assume partial ownership. 


I’ll move on in a few

years, maybe come back

for Thanksgiving dinner

or a smashed weekend,

but I’ll move and

build a life for myself. 


I don’t know that. 


I try to keep

“I,” “me,” out of

this situation,

maybe that is why

Buddhism is so glorious,

but pisses me off so much. 


Because,

I overanalyze

the beauty of a yellow wild

flower and can’t just

let it be there sitting in the

field on Saturday

afternoon. 


I have to think about

how it came to be and all

the other flowers in the world. 


But that’s what the

Greeks did,

and they were fucking

brilliant for it.