how wide do you cast that net?
is something lost in the width
dilution of relationships
the ones we claim with a first or last name junior status and the patriarch game is comfortable, traditional and somewhat unconditional.
where do we go when we can choose everything?
you want that, right?
the ability to choose
are you scared you’d lose the tethering of strings a single mass of balloons, thirty or forty each, helium filled, carrying up individuals into the night sky taking turns who gets to ride on by
we couldn’t possibly come together
who would be lifting and recognizing from above
the specks we laugh at perspective gained a person to blame for their reign and i couldn’t possibly remember all your names unless it’s mine
careful what you wish for
we are all in this together, but not how you want
there is no common goal
save that for falling off a bridge.
question and cause a disturbance knuckles in my face causes growth and believe it or not that’s for all of us.
benefit a few at a time
over the wall humans are confined and kneeling down for an unwanted god just give me your time and help me plod i can’t soar that’s bullshit and more
look for what’s more
utopian drunk visions blur our ability to realize we’re at sea drinking salt a bit less buoyant i can’t hold three hundred million or six billion hands and hearts. i got fifty, maybe five, you read three hundred but they’re just taking pictures back to their hole
with their five
doing their thing to stop being alive. the answer, it’s drifting. stop thinking we’re all anything. we’re all everything realizing, collecting in groups benefits the whole. which i dug myself one, but these gatherings are not defined by race or religion. those don’t exist either. i mean, you made them up cause you were afraid to gather with the thirty who were around. lost and found. fight fucker, fight and love. you’ll hoover. you’ll meet the same disastrous light. careful now, it’s got only two generic D batteries to last through the night.