A multimedia college inspired by the poems below / Artist: Ellie Wright
Laundry Pile
I am nothing if not a constant state of change.
So which heart do I follow?
Today’s or tomorrow’s?
A moment can only exist
If time ebbs and flows around it.
Can self only exist
As change flows through it?
Does every iteration
Just built atop the others?
Am I nothing more than a laundry pile
Of patchwork quilts?
Misunderstanding
There are far too many stars
To count them all
An abyss so deep
I gulp and gasp for air
My head turned towards the heavens
Facing a God
Facing everything else
There are too many grains of sand
To count them all
I bury my hands
In infinite impressions
My feet planted in the earth
Rooted in experience
Rooted in life