what they say: options
beget disparity,
and disparity
invites the contrast
which heightens your
confusion.
Consider
the way your
head's tense crest
always manifests
emergencies: wild eyes
under rampant hair,
gone wild
from the scent
of predicament.
Consider, too, the fact
that you're almost
exactly sixty percent water—
and that water,
in all cases,
rides with gravity,
pursues ease.
Which part
of your being, then,
begs the most attention—
defense or prosecution?
Which words,
once incepted,
are speaking
even now
for your deadlocked caucus
of hacked actions?
