souls seeking lessons,
lives of schooling along moving paths,
do better with humility to understand
teach not from our ignorance.
Classes may demand belligerence,
or simply opening, molting, relinquishing.
Sink and emerge over millennia,
accreting tales found
in the sounding mist of the world sea.
Raucous bandying pours through
in beeps and bleats.
Radio frequency bops and beats,
helpless pleas, daring vows to applaud,
angry tragic market dreams, marching
orders in the poorest form — insidious
This whole pop pre-postapocalypse
stage play crackles and quakes, keeps
us hopping to its tunes.
What do we learn?