Wednesday, March 27, 2019

I might have lived happily in another state 
Standing in neoplatonic darkness. A white bike  
To follow a path out /  
Inky smoke releasing a genocide of screens, like  
Thought beginning in waves easily agitated, reproached, disappeared  
In drumming opinions and worst practices —   
 
So rejecting dogma goes off the board.  
A white bike, please.