fact—
most things aren't
true,
they're just quicker
and easier
than others
to
reach for.
*
*
What do you have
to say
for your-
self?
says one reluctant
helix
to
the other.
*
Honestly—I can't think of a
single thing
that's right,
can you? Like
it or not, new points
of view
always seem to come shrink-
wrapped
or else shackled
together
in those convenience-
paks.
*
*
Yum.
Thinking of
ordering-up some
FAQs—
fresh
from this mobile
site's
hamburger
menu.
*
Only one straight line
can pass between two points,
and it keeps my eyes wide
open at night—to think
that I probably haven't thought
long or hard enough
about every last single-
minded
melodramatic
rationalization
this image
could imply.
*
This isn't all there is.
Because there isn't
a last thing.
When the final answer being given
is bigger
than its question
the only
choice you're
offered—is
to somehow
go backwards,
upside-down
in spacetime,
to never
having
asked it.
