chemical elevation.
we discussed myth entourage -
my father’s idea of myth is halted
when his own legacy comes into play -
she says it’s out the door,
I say it just walked out bigger,
maybe, but it’s just
good car conversation,
no greek allowed.

seek the chemical elevation.
the sky cog burning wheels
howling in the night with the meek.
Dreams become blisters,
beacons become road signs,
we skip leg days,
AI skips darwinism
and peer-reviews poems.

We’re building a boat
against the sea,
the wood from the old one has age rot
and lost its heart
to the bucolics of the captain.