we know the world from
what we see on the back
of a tarnished silver spoon.
you could make an art out
of the polish, seeking the perfect
patina, judging the skill
of others; that grotesque collective gaucherie.
I say drop it in the dirt
and walk off into that
whirlwind of unsullied
strangeness swirling
behind the perspectives
we value so much.
do what you want.
it is in your hands.
literally.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
we know the world from
what we see on the back
of a tarnished silver spoon.
you could make an art out
of the polish, seeking the perfect
patina, judging the skill
of others; that grotesque collective gaucherie.
I say drop it in the dirt
and walk off into that
whirlwind of unsullied
strangeness swirling
behind the perspectives
we value so much.
do what you want.
it is in your hands.
literally.
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