For want of phylum, a beast strode out
into the coliseum of self-image.
Having slept without a countable care,
knowing peace is good meat.
Among the famous nows of non-doers,
religiously in alternate futures.
Swear that you remind them of someone,
or something they'd rather not be
reminded of.
Perhaps they've already been alive too
long, but not ahead of any timeline.
Which is always no one's concern, these
bodies that will have to go: number three
(beyond biology).
How many would opt for a slap on the
*** on their way out, to commerate their
way in?
That would be like a coroner pinning
open someone's eyes, & telling them it's
impolite to stare.
Simple truths are too much knowledge,
whereas all other sentient life dies
gracefully.
This beast under-lives & over-dies,
because simple truths are too much
knowledge.
Follow that thought wherever it goes,
with your neighbor's mind--then have a
conversation with a stray cat.
