I might inspire you
to stay here longer,
take that moment,
take a left to ponder,
at what I might say.
My head it moves
so fast these days,
like handwriting
on the page,
Y’s make room
pave the way,
more and more
letters are to come.
Acronyms,
and then some.
I sit confused
and look here
glazed,
a million letters
across the page,
try to make some
sense of them.
But with every line
they come undone
more and more
confusion.
“It’s complicated,”
I shrug and say,
just like the tab
in front of me,
I file it under
nothing.
It never really mattered.
I’d rather think
of something
else, get
some wine, get
some coke, get
some decadence,
tell me something
worth hearing,
tell me something,
about spiritual being,
about energy,
about matter,
about beyond,
and know that
if I yawn,
it’s only because
you did too.
At least, that’s
what they said
on Google.