no parody nor reassembling going down
at flea markets in bucyrus

deep in afternoon firefight
from screen to cellophane

vapor spills into all kinds of reality
based communities: after all

occult architecture takes two shadows
to complete, fewer when loved ones face

neither east nor west and miss organs
made of bones: never been a brother

never will desire spawn to crystal
grail hashtag obsessed with gamelan

no them, only us, our safe space
and great future materiality

with its need of a great past or nil
all these folks convinced of goodness

slash destiny so telegenic, read as “fun
yet still searching” off the grid

see it through the globe connected
half the time only via app

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