NOW

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NOW

about time

Day 3.

The Peculiar Smell of the Inevitable

eyes folding into lemon drops

sweetly soured descent

down toward complicated courses

will-less, lazy, independent defiance

each flicker glows

across a torrent of cold carefree gestures

pummeling a greasy led screen

set to medium brightness level

hidden amongst kind emoji

its stark lonely smugness and perfection

a simple japanese expression

that icon that says nothing

begs for crumbs from a friend it has never met

a torrent of symbolic silliness

it said, “i like you star baby unicorn”

you are special

liked, like today’s corn beef and rye

today we really like you

just like we liked the gluten-free lovers

spawning upstream

resembling an undulating swarm of baby eel

encircling

a new truer than true reality

then there was that smell

pulling

tugging

realtie’s reigns seizing

jerking tractor beams lifting

stink mingling the void

illuminated by each rectangular universe

perfectly radiating on medium brightness level

remembering

taunting

threatening

shedding light onto its glistening walls

its deep heavy breathes in rhythmic sync

deafening and pounding all round

boom boom

cozy and warm.

“inside this womb or belly?”

“a tomb?”

boom boom

hazy lights shimmering

littering each view

thousand upon thousands of blue heads blink and then slowly tip

incanting a spell into their own truly now universe

illuminating virtual realities

on medium brightness level

pulling the gazes ever backward

washing soiled wonder

comforting a confused soul with four bars and full power

as one

already forgotten tear

falls

NOW

Day 3.

The Peculiar Smell of the Inevitable

-:)