You enjoy nuance . . . worry that neither
science nor religion adequately explains the world
as you think you know it . . .
the simultaneity with its information overload
kicking players to the curb . . .
The concert of minimalist parentheticals
made for an interesting respite
with its backstory on the inner life of trees . . .
And here comes the anxiety over broken links
catapulting you into a message room of sorts
where you try on different what ifs
following each to its logical delusion
which is a must . . . if you must . . .
Perhaps the augmentation can be repaired
effecting no less than a faux tectonic shift in paradigm . . .
If only life were a smidgen more palatable
especially in those moments
when the rubber fails to meet the road
and warmongers load their styluses . . .
Meanwhile . . . a bed of flowers . . .
spirited away by the porosity of sleep . . . a portal
to past liaisons . . . your mother offering to pay your way . . .
a phone call . . . grays-out the options . . .
dreams of indifference eventually elbowing in
as you review the video of summer's fiber deployment . . .
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| Sia and Maddie Ziegler at Apple Launch |