by Sh0n Grub
how dare you take the one thing
they have left to play with
away from them with your
sodden, rotten old justified self,
die already.
just because you forgot the secret
children have kept safe guarded
in their eyes for ever now
we can play inconspicuously
in an innocent dance with death
until we're all blue in the face from
failing to hold our breath
doesn't mean the rest of us have
forgotten how to pirouette
with our shadows in time
or to court our own silhouettes
and how our relationships with
the singularity and the apocalypse
as far as we can tell remain all
too personal to be believed
yet take one good long glance
in our eyes and see if we don't
already, here and now caught up
in the dead center crosshairs
of the world wide web, stare right
back at you with full blown pupils
caught up in skepticism and
belief in equal measure
poised on the very threshold
of the expanding cosmos while
you lie back in clueless abandon
riding the waves of your status quo
and we summon the courage to go
ahead and believe any way, anyhow
how dare you even acknowledge us
or our shadows slipping by in the gutter
don't you know anything anymore
in this age of digital information
cramming your feeds until blind
sided with your favorite subscriptions
hush now don't you say goodbye
it would be a superfluous gesture
considering we were never properly
introduced in the first place
go on your way and we'll go on our own
it may appear we're all here in this
together from where you perch on high
but trust me this here's the smack dab center
of the Myriadverse, the wild spoked
chrome hub of eternal recurrence
intermittent superimposed and juxta-
positioned origami blossoming
while we squat on the surface tension
of this beckoning Jigsaw Garden
the weight of your convictions
sinks you far more rapidly into compost
as we imagine in our hammocks
slung up above the water spiders
dreaming with the moccasins and lilies
letting the rain clean the grime off our faces
markers on glossy photopaper
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