inflection or not…

Sometimes you think you are at the breaking point when in fact you are at the moment of a big reveal. This doesn’t make the moment good or bad or even about you, merely that no one can see the future.

I wrote a poem

What happened?

Why did I crack up?

Who is the zombie?

Where is no longer a choice?

When the deal no longer exists?

Learn about neopagan post human feminist paleo reactionary good times.

Learn the uncomfortable truth about lies.

Learn the comforting lies about the truth.

The death of life.

The life of death.

The afterward of pretension.

The preconceived notion of the unknown.

Why is this here?

I can’t decide if my world is a three dimensional spreadsheet with an undetectable circular reference or an out of focus, intermittent holographic projection.