There are literally
so many
increasing-
ly accelerating—billions
and billions
of tingling little
pieces of information surging—
invisibly
ineluctably
out in all directions—
and countless
effulgent
bold
tantalizing
inter-
galactic
globular
clusterfucks of possible
worlds they could create—that it's
never
felt stranger—
yet
more apropos—
to just keep
on pawing
at this
smart little
screen on the toilet
until each
of my
two legs—falls uncomfortably
fast asleep.
