The Level of Uncertainty, This Yellow Star
“Even though I’m OK right now,
there’s a sense it could all go
away in a second.”
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foreboding,
a disease well known to me,
not “as if,” but in fact
been Cain-marked at
birth to be wary, be watchful,
ever alert, never inert in the
realm of possibilities,
the king
in my universe’s galaxy is the
randomness of existence,
microsecond, milligram minuscule,
muscular instability that even if
unspoke,
danger!
it’s bespoke nature, customized
just for me, lurks, prepared to ****
me into a hard fall, loss of balance
yes,
I prepare with subtleties, minute
measures, discrete and indiscreet,
measured steps, slow-wide turns,
“hands on the railing down the stairs we go”
motto~attitudinal, antithesis~carefree,
for this birthmark was forehead installed
from birth, as a reminder that
reckless abandon
is a countervailing force,
and there are whales in the ocean
and whole coteries of fish in the sea,
waiting, wanting to swallow me whole,
lions across the ocean faraway continents
eager for a nibble of my tender heart,
round **** and
thousands of people
who hate me and my kind, for no reason,
other than my birth mark,
this foreheaded
yellow star,
notifying all eyes, that I am to be dreaded,
feared, for reasons no matter,
just but unjustly
because, I am a Jew
who prays thrice
times daily for peace
for the whole world.
Sat Feb 10
8:35am
Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
The Level of Uncertainty, This Yellow Star
“Even though I’m OK right now,
there’s a sense it could all go
away in a second.”
<>
foreboding,
a disease well known to me,
not “as if,” but in fact
been Cain-marked at
birth to be wary, be watchful,
ever alert, never inert in the
realm of possibilities,
the king
in my universe’s galaxy is the
randomness of existence,
microsecond, milligram minuscule,
muscular instability that even if
unspoke,
danger!
it’s bespoke nature, customized
just for me, lurks, prepared to ****
me into a hard fall, loss of balance
yes,
I prepare with subtleties, minute
measures, discrete and indiscreet,
measured steps, slow-wide turns,
“hands on the railing down the stairs we go”
motto~attitudinal, antithesis~carefree,
for this birthmark was forehead installed
from birth, as a reminder that
reckless abandon
is a countervailing force,
and there are whales in the ocean
and whole coteries of fish in the sea,
waiting, wanting to swallow me whole,
lions across the ocean faraway continents
eager for a nibble of my tender heart,
round **** and
thousands of people
who hate me and my kind, for no reason,
other than my birth mark,
this foreheaded
yellow star,
notifying all eyes, that I am to be dreaded,
feared, for reasons no matter,
just but unjustly
because, I am a Jew
who prays thrice
times daily for peace
for the whole world.
Sat Feb 10
8:35am
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