another document
another day
the hours are in the sauce
lost to the cleaning agents
of upkeep
the lawn is cut
the faucet flows
more clippings spin into nonexistence
how manicured our nails are despite the unkempt cuticles
adjustments to sedentary ponderings made
as cats, sans hats, show off the sunny shade of cushions
(...life…buffers…)
[start]
a displacement of shoes finds new imbalance,
as a pair of hands meets feet
to wash and garnish with accolades
how thankful they feel for the fruited labor of corns, smashed into the
arch
of the halls downtown - somewhere ville -
where, the decisions are made
and wages set
seen through drone eyes and not those of a neighbor,
the task of keeping up the grade, the standard of
malthusian practice
through charts and farts a number grows
somewhere ville, anytown
another person sees strife and dirt, feet hurt, nails caked in grime yet cuticles are perfect this time,
washed cannot be the clothes on those backs
stain of vice and iniquity as the tide of greed smells like products of privilege
more boots stomp into indemnity as the socially just gumshoe
tries and fails, to hire the protestor
[as spirit finds its market value in high demand]
as a dichotomy - the peaceful warrior, an agent of used stock photos, to hit the streets with signs of worn out feet, souls and shoe,
more fiber needed, a rubber bullet stomach,
as optical threads spend all their lives
analyzing the facial and racial recognitions, much like the sequencing of a fruit genome
more apes become labeled, columned, and modified, zip-locked into new age seed bags,
planted in rows of subservience,
propaganda thrives on docile laughter at cat videos, farther we are from knowing how plants move,
as spirit drowns on extreme spirals down the genetically modified bean stalk of detachment
-
where did this food come from?
how long have I been on this application?
did I see the sun today?
-
until a new story of words, a new string-bean of theory, sets letters into novel motion,
a mass of mass moves
the matter, all of it, is what
decries everyone, unhappy with the broken promises of technology
and suddenly the windows burst into rainbow berries
a smoothie of outside foams down our eye throats and we supercharge
a mix of electromagnetic nutrients of nothingness
into new something-ness
a new, impossibly tiny bee larvae
finds the light and takes in the smell of ovum
now on a mission of connected interdependency
springing forth in the seasonal cycle
seen by some
invisible to most
and all at ones
perfect
because
alive we are
must learn we
how to live and die
but more so, how to be