Monday, October 24, 2016

Spate of the Union

“We have nothing to show for ourselves but a frivolous and deceitful appearance, honor without virtue, reason without wisdom, and pleasure without happiness.” ­—from March, a graphic novel by John Lewis, et al.

Look at the other
One or tens or 38 million or
50 million or 14 million or 2 million
Or whatever, as they say,
and each one, each singularly
moshing a life and
what do I see, and hear, and smell?
Is it something new and
Pleasant, like a delicious and
Strange meal or nothing,
An indifferent shadow lacking familia?
The shadow falls
And disconnects, as they say.
So strange to be part of
So many disconnections in
A world like mine,
E pluribus animus.
Because there are
So many others, each to
Each and other to other,
What is a person,
What am I, to do?
So much else to do,
Who has the time,

The desire?


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