Opportunity knocks,
but it's complexity
who enters,
inertia who pins you
when ambition
overleaps.
things fell apart—
now, they just
hang around
mercilessly,
dilating over time
and merging
with technology—installing
automatic updates
while you sleep
with all the
feigned ignorance
of Judas's kiss.
*
Personally, I think it's
a bit of a
no brainer;
I don't dare
disturb the universe
because the future
is determined.
But isn't it probable—
that what the world needs now
isn't more love,
but more
built-in excuses,
a secret trap door
in a metaphysical
floor,
a little more room
just to jitter
and wobble?
