Reach us while we're still amazing,
as so few of stillness-walkers do
(just faking grip of earth
with hard-wired feet, electric,
snapped to grid: grant "likes"
to highest bid, repeat). Engagement
or abandon, līves that roll and fall
and blow adrift in 60-cycle retail hum.
What's going on is numb –
inspires the put-upon,
unmasked as passers past:
"Nothing calls, so leave me to my task."

Abide deceitful ethers
billowing "enough" to over-borne–
role split, forlorn, obsessed with it,
sweet nothings on the shore bring balm
from outer seas – drop-carton
double-loss-mistakes on parchment,
human cost reviled, regaled
at every party: "How I suffer!"
"And I more!" construct such heavy bores
on blocks to stall our moving forward.
Fair days shrug to leverage
signals from the road, enhancing
(as the mode dictates) each fixture
of this humble set: more tools than hands
can carry, more consigned to ceiling-
debt. Seek less and see: mores never met.