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Pavement,

slick with a few drops of beer

and a sea of crystal teeth.

Streetlamp flickering to a rhythm

too soft to hear.

Wind that is desperate

in its search for warm blood.

Grass that’s too short

to sway.

Arboreal insight only applies to leaves

and maybe the products of trees,

so maybe it applies to you too.

Odysseus was a flirt

when it came to picking at the wrinkles

that coiled into his brain,

like a cat with a ball of yarn.

Thinking in falsity,

a philosophy to end all philosophy,

nobody knows anything,

unless they’re in the know.

Have you seen this mind-bending

YouTube video?

Is there a single evil

that outweighs the combined heft of the rest?

Is there a crime that can only be stopped

by the collective refutation

of the moral experiment?

Has self-consciousness been a myth

the whole time,

or did it turn unreal only recently?

If you say it, someone will believe it.

If they believe it, they will come.

Here can be anywhere,

the beaches of the Antilles,

the Horn of Africa,

straddling the Bosporous,

that would be a nice place for a colossus.

Reality has been proven false.

Pack up your lawn chairs

and unopened bottles of Miller Lite.

Make sure your children fasten their seatbelts.

The show’s over.

Go home

while there is still a home

to return to.