Ideas and Organizations

I'm no longer so concerned
with the latter. And the former
are uniformly unformed. Each
feels efficient, impersonal, 
and real. And really they are none
of the above. My attention
needs a place 
to snow. Usually
it's a blizzard 
between the worlds
and me. Do I find 
drier climes or do I let 
the flakes fly
on land that may or may not
sustain my drift?
False choices keep the clouds 
full. The sun never knows
and could not care
if the earth is green
or white
or brown
or pink.
None of us
are the sun.