after work

the paths are full and hot.

the cult leader died but the people still move

like he did, with their hands

in each other’s pockets.

they chant his words and say,

maybe we’ll unbreak the bones

that were never unbroken

and turn gold into business suits

and back again.

tangible & purified,

here is the quick, fragile manifestation of the material rococo.

snapchat it.

it’s not important, but

I’ll show you my favorite places

so our spirits become a more complex matrix,

a more beautiful aggregation

to dissipate

(soft smoke on the path) ;

knowing that there were some symmetrical aspects of our mind

like two molecules of river

that have felt the same stone.

among the ineffable,

we were once

radiant soft kind pure wild

in motion

here, lyrical and transient

& psychologically baroque ;