before the stars
first flared
the ephemeral
becoming
the rising into
and slipping
out of being
is all that has ever been
an effervescent verging
pulsing on the cusp
between what was
and what will be
that place where we
experience
what is briefly
and beautifully real
but now
we have learned
how to package
even this
shrink-wrapping
and conforming
existence itself
into a virtual
and vacuous
commodity
a transaction
based on distraction
fleeting glances
gauged for profit
worth something
to someone
somewhere
a stalker browsing
for sleep-walkers
with available eyes
Tom Spencer © 2019
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 6:27 AM UTC
before the stars
first flared
the ephemeral
becoming
the rising into
and slipping
out of being
is all that has ever been
an effervescent verging
pulsing on the cusp
between what was
and what will be
that place where we
experience
what is briefly
and beautifully real
but now
we have learned
how to package
even this
shrink-wrapping
and conforming
existence itself
into a virtual
and vacuous
commodity
a transaction
based on distraction
fleeting glances
gauged for profit
worth something
to someone
somewhere
a stalker browsing
for sleep-walkers
with available eyes
Tom Spencer © 2019
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