When was the last time
you refused
your own reflection?
when was the last time
you self-identified
as pretty?
*
You want to believe
ideologies
are parodies—
that the goal is:
make the most
of each constraint
imposed.
But, like all
living subjects
bound and bordered
by grim logic,
you cannot stop
compulsive attraction
of neurons
to belief.
And in time,
you find yourself
relieved
to be identified
as the object
of ongoing
hostage negotiations—
between the law
of falling bodies
and the trifling weight
of light.
