Why do you spend your money on junk food, your hard-earned cash on cotton candy? — Isaiah 55:2, The Message
I walk along with yous beside myself Yous speak and say, The view is nice it seems Do you agree? yous ask repeatedly
a reel a light images loop: a screen & tape: [flapping - - - catching - - going] yous shatter into you and you and you coagulate form you/s as light spasms struggle to be out, immanent ants emerge, some/thing upon their backs, crawling around a winding clock ever never starting: a question and its answer; go, stay, come (back) silent metronome paces time edge-to-tick-to-edge-to-tick-to- you/s as punctuation in the air on the line, tape flaps encore une fois, play(ing) purpose(less) written-light ??? beauty of ??? in/coherence that I in/jest anyway any way as long as (because) — the view is "nice"
Original poetry by metanivek, 2021.