Wednesday, July 31, 2019

mmdcccxc

The Chronicle and the Examiner

In this world, months roll
backward; deathless.
Calamity knows no Jane
or Jim or Jack.  I am del-
irious in this vivid delusion.

Food and coins and bills of
paper have no purpose here, 
between this ear and this ear.  
We step out of the massive
crystalline doors of our

complexes every day
and night and, once
outside, we instantly
evaporate and float
over woodland hills

until we reach, say,
the beautiful bay,
and its clean blue
waters, over which 
we float all the way

to the infinite ocean.
And once the vast
Pacific lies be-
low, we drift
downward and

we sink into the
thick slosh of it
and become one
with all of the 
earth's flora and

fauna, which is
indeed a new-
found humanity.
We think, do and

become all of these
things when we look
at the separation of

the classes, and at
all of its related

separations.