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The World’s Leading Expert

That’s an especially severe
seriousness you’ve got on
display. No comment, but
he, nor anybody else, says
this. Instead his butt settles
deep within the brokenness
of that upon which he sits
and he closes his eyes and,
imagining a sort of deafening
silence, concentrates on, well,
quelling the fury of his always
overstimulated sweat glands.
Like that’s what he’s really
concentrating on. He has a
way of doing this, it is at its
worst an earnest duplicity.
The primary target of his
focus is this moment. More
specifically, how to move it
through the present and as
far into what is to come as
possible. It turns out the
possibilities are endless on
this front. Procrastination
is his forté. He has built
a career out of doing so.
He is the world’s leading
authority on the subject,
on making this goal no-
goal a reality, while
coming through at
whatever end having
kept the faith of his
colleagues, no one the
wiser, with a fresh façade,
without a soul believing he
has disturbed what has, for
all practical matters, become
the farce, the fraud, of a well-
sustained equilibrium that his
very aura seems to represent.
It’s a total sham. And here
he is, pulling himself into the
moment once again, from god
knows how far back (When did
his grift begin?  This he often
wonders.), like time traveling
through stasis. Having done
nothing beyond that. The
movement of self through
time. But to all who sur
round him, his acolytes,
so to speak (spoken by
the very voice of truth,
which renders each of
them impotent, given
that one and all are
sucked into the
pretension). The
world’s leading expert.
And the world does not
even know. The room
darkens as he glides out
the door and into the next
space, in search of another
ideal spot for his usual gig,
a performance of the very
same magic trick he’ll do – 

and that he will, that he 

does, achieving nothing 

but this endless and

irresponsible slide,

this swooping and 

gliding through time –

always with the know
ledge that he is the
best that there is
at accomplishing
nothing, and yet
nobody can ever
know. This is the
one thing that gets
him sidetracked a
bit, and this some

times shakes him to
his core and, occasion

ally, it pisses him off.

That no one will ever 

know this about him.

That no one will ever

know him at all.  But

these feelings fade,

as he does, from one

moment into the next.