nawkaman

is a brain, removed from shell disconnected from signal wires. still viable (?) maybe. blue teeth and instant grams and gallons of conceit; our granular portrait no longer flatters unless dull spots and imperfections are rendered out in the wash-- we mask and filter, ask and answer,   bask in banter understanding no one ever even thinks  to change the thought they've already had. old news, rotten  if revisited. inquisitive    minds have nothing better to do but second guess assumptions,  better than first-blush conundrums that don't fit the formula we've written for how the world works; it's absurd to think  this is where our

halfhearted moonrows fill the sky silver; darling little atoms pressed together soft sighs of liquid light and pasts, unknown or imminent gathering on a platform, boarding trains to nowhere, to new homes, old thoughts maybe strangers on the rail in all directions, with space between

moon spirit, given up rocks, sun, reflected sadness cratered onto the face(of god, or some like concept) no longer able to carry the weight of oceans, to lift the deep dark burden of night so we may rest in our own shadow and what are we now, alone?

click minutes cracked ragged by the skin of even strangers, flicked and filed in opposite directions sorted into piles and put through tests of social fitness weeded into hopefuls, prospects, possibilities and so many are discarded click an endless river of information running rapid and unchecked- for fact or value- flooding into conscious plains, empty valleys; growing in dark spaces and the light, without context, caves into itself no longer illuminative now bubbling up toxins, burning the cloak of decency click

the beginning is like ending: a forward run 'round the same spaces as before as spaces before now seem same as the runaround, and end like they began these circles don't stop halfway in the moment always stuck reliving mistakes, some not yet even made shaking snowglobe futures and pondering the past discarded with every flick and tremor full erasure- whiteboard, wiped clean but an after image seen in negative space how all this happened, and happening still but only barely felt and what if