Vote with knowledge they say
Pray for the best they say
Support the man in power they say
Do it for your own life they say

So I said in return:
Tyrannical kings can only last if we let them.

When this condensation locates your skin and runs like the Orinoco from its Andean peak, wandering over you at a composed, but covetous pace, exploring several variances of possibility at once, seeking your chemical reaction to whet lest it evaporate, I ponder over such showering of inanimate affection, all in the hope you will summon me from a docked eidolon and into your water, in partnership with the effusive sail -- learned of geography, triggered by chemistry.

I try
I write
That’s good enough for me

Timelines we will never see
Timelines that can never be
So you always say if only, but

This is not an if only
For only now exists
Let go of what was and just be

Plunge into the frightening void
Called reality