Like sitting alone at a picnic table
to despair in the absence of delight
to delight in the absence of despair
playmates in pajamas
cockroaches clinging to curtains
a collection of connections
antics in attics
a non-absolutism in our ethical orientation
living parallel to the world
permission to fail in your own way
modern marionettes shivering on their strings
epistemological sagas
selves on shelves
made of biology and biography
existence articulated
tiring of the arbitrarily inevitable
interference with the interface
the programming of the damned
exhibiting a grisly innocence
based on bias
pairing my consciousness with various stimuli
a subliminal litany of our inevitable failures
the harm we have done without intent
when life gives you hegemonic demons
roleplaying their way through life
as the bumpkin resents the cidiots
pushing in all the stops
simulating stimulation
the difference between a property and a quality
borrowed observations and stolen insights
extraction of abstraction
gilt by association
the savvy savior of our savoir-faire
belligerent intelligence endlessly reading
the Encyclopedia of Lost Opportunities
text tectonic
a static filter to filter the static
word-summoned realities and unprofitable dilemmas
when you come up against the limits
of your ability to transcend limits
the proliferation of profession
singing Happy Birthday to the Assassin
the dew-pawed prowler
sentenced to sentience
obsession drift
unexpressed revelations
a nonlinear determinism
bitter memories of better years
to acknowledge the changes in my struggles with change
to prosper through divergence
the martyr's self-importance
astonished by atonement
effective efforts by inference
incentive structures
for those who don't understand enough to be confused
righting wrongs wherever we can find
profit in doing so
terms and conditions may apply
translating what you mean
into what I understand
vexed by your inaccuracies
impelled unto high stakes
once I know what I don't now know
transformulas with profound indifference
poems that celebrate their emptiness.
Sentience is distinguished by intent.