Look at your feet.
You are standing
in black holes
of stale resistance.
Foxes go to war,
leaving their hunting,
shaking their heads,
knowing
You cannot see
What you
will not see.
“Sinking, I tell you, we’re sinking”
Icebergs shutter at the stupidity
to not just sound the alarm.
Our Himalayas,
breathing
for the first time,
since
manmade
remade
our earth.
Sleeping outside without cover,
my eyes fixed between familiar stars,
dots connect
channeling facts
from fictions
without resisting.
Addiction to right,
with nothing left,
invited jellyfish
to swim again
in clear Venetian canals.
We’ll all swim along like this
until like bees swinging from trapeze,
we’ll fall to our knees and pray to something.
Whatever,
whoever,
might still be willing
to listen to this cacophony of
“Help us”,
Rising from hot currents
bubbling up through the contagion of delusions.