I could be standing
(Or sitting) in the midst
Of golden monkeys swinging
From trees mysteriously concocted
To sway in harmony
Yet emulate discord.
I could keep step with
Screaming centrifugal and
Yelping centripetal forces
Making a molehill of a mountain.
I could reinvent, redefine,
Relish and refute
Everything, nothing, anything
And shine it into the cosmos
To the eager eyes of the infinite.
Yes, I could be occupied
With things incredibly worthy,
Even more so than you.
But stochastic systems
Make me circle the drain
To a gutter filled with ghosts, whisperings,
Hope that refuses to fade,
And the soft echoes
Of unsuppressed laughter.
Scatter the pulses of my impulsive brain,
The residual glop that was once insulation.
Dig out some dopamine
Please, it’s in excess,
Reacting to every syllable,
Every glimpse, like Hiroshima and
Nagasaki giving birth
In the valley of despair.
No, there’s only one notion
That continually piques my frazzled spirit:
I wish I meant as much
To you
As you have always meant
To me.
NERD.
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