It’s worse than we think,
not politic bickering,
cascading arguments to deflect,
distinct irritation – crawling creeps,
glitches, buses whiz by splash cold wet crud
and on and forth and so, under floods, above
hail and helicopters call out bluffs and bluster
Yeah: everyday wasters of what might be my life.
But! Think – can we? No time, no quiet, no surcease
of constancy always having to take in, take in, take in
surround of sound and fury to keep up with obligatory
reply and query of spiral wire social environ.
Who I might be; what we might find together speaking
mind to mind – no room! no room without within.
Insanely caught and carried spin, inhale quick
lines beyond lies or plan that pull us every which but
no direction. Complicit vivisection, unnamed, unseen
poison air we breathe, the ruling molecules
we enmeshed become.