Bad people and me in life, death, and rebirth.

Space and Spots
Space and Spots. For you just dots. But please let me play.
Space and Spots. To you just plots. But please let me stay.
Space and Spots. In you it rots. I can’t just walk away.
Space and Spots. Perhaps like knots. Can unravel it you say?
Space and Spots. It in no way nots. You are here another day.
Space and Spots. With your pans and pots. May we feast without delay.
The Source
NOT MEANT TO BE
but is.
NOT WHEN IT SHOULD BE
but is happening now.
IS THE MOST DRAMATIC
and can go by almost completely unnoticed.
CHANGES WITH EVERY MOTION
but never do i see the waves.
CALLS ME WHEN I AM OBLIVIOUS
and yet i hear it always.
FORCES ME TO SEE
and i continue to ponder its substance.
The River
Once upon a time a pair of brothers walked to the edge of a river. On the other side came another pair of brothers to the edge.One from each of the brothers walked into the river to test the water. Each brother in the river called to the other, who they called their brother, or other son of their mother, to help keep them from being swept under, but sadly, no brother could help the other from going under. Now, two others and zero brothers. One other saw the other other sadly sobbing by the river, and said, “was I not a brother to any other before my brother was swept under?” “Now that our brothers are swept under shall they not be with but one mother?” said the other. And so these brothers, whose other went under shall remember the brother who went that day home to his mother.
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In every color
the end of its brother.
In every color
the beginning of another.
Every color in its mother
I see the mother of every color.