Inanimate Murder Poem by Julia Luber

The inanimate is murder to be in a relationship with.
Life, as a force of its own, takes revenge upon this
state of being. Yet it is real and true. And it is its realness
and trueness, practically dominant in some circumstance,
that makes it powerful- despite that it is nothing about
the true fluid experience of being- moving through time by
a clock only as still as your heart beat.
So many want to be stopped by the clear and obvious strength
of the material inanimate. And yet so many have personalities
which are merely a state of revenge upon what this energy knows
about you. Like I said at first, "The inanimate is murder to be
in a relationship with." But then again, there are murderers
and worst of all people who are murderers
who normal people like you and me
feel empowered, thrilled, even intoxicated by.