unrecognized labor, it’s like
diplomacy failing to reconcile greedy ego speed
and compassion filled wishing well deeds,
or one too many attempts at subtlety wrapped comically
big in philosophical arrangements, tenacious.
wishing it would all just
coalesce and acquiesce
in other words, gel
jam,
god damn,
it must be done just
work together,
recognize the dissolution of words
brought on by your reading me bland
like you puff away unwanted feathers above,
too lazy to use your hand.
maybe you know it but read on ever blindly, thus,
recognize the fact that i can’t help you all that much
you will mostly have to do it by yourself it seems
but you will do it,
and well, nonetheless,
for you are you, and i am me,
and we are together humanity, said so sardonically,
strained by scarcity propped up with patronizing animosity.
what makes it so hard to snap off the
clingy tendrils of dogma destined to
destroy those of us who look bleak?
let decaying vines crumble earthwise,
back down to base materialism not,
don’t let the wasted possibilities melt
in with our spent passion hot,
that which was meant
to be recovered, remade.
don’t back down to the base materialism we hate.
don’t back down at all.
answer the call – it’s for you…
i don’t want to hear you moan.
climb out of your fuzzy notions of hope of far-too-self-delimiting a scope.
let the curtains rest aside and the sunlight attest
to the fact that
we’re all doomed to
wear our best vest
on the day that we feel the worst,
but it’s no curse,
it’s just the first day we rehearse.
everyday should be this tangibly bitterly incomplete,
but not so much to
deplete that which keeps us up to
hear tales of grand folk
who smiled wide walking down empty wet streets.

These words now exposed to your scrutiny balance on a knife’s fine edge.
Precarious, they lean between communiqué scraped pragmatically clean
and backward-fantastical-notional-schemes.

But few words can in fact
pass through the Filter of Lucidity twice
to crack open classical infamy tracks.

Amongst these terms tried-and-true
rare is it indeed to find intact
the lustrously gleaming expression the author
had originally intended to trap.

This writing
novelty fully infused
is not to be confused with any existentially tempting blues
any more than you on your quest to find
the needle house in this haywire stack-of-cards
you have been led to peruse.

In other words what you find here is yours to reuse,
an invitation not with haste to be refused.

And so lexical textures,
never before by human-literal-agency sought,
came here to thrive
uninhibited
alive.

Nigh one in ten thousand’s immortal,
but the words, self-actualizing,
populate at maximum hue
a satisfaction threshold that you never knew
until that time comes when jubilance decides to quit
for the sake of the emergent posterity’s mood.

This to make room for the blooming future’s comic wit.
The young need somewhere to sit and you a place in which to fit.
May you find it here.
And realize that your reach extends courageously
both past your grasp and whatever-it-is that you think that you lack.

So, let no one deprive you of this:
Your unequivocally-unlimited-and-ferocious capacity to bounce back,
the soul impossible to sack; to you best of luck on this destiny hack.

“Best of luck to you on this destiny hack.”
– 84adam