Ode To….
(you guess)

There’s always
an eventual swallowing,
a gulp, for
extreme
precision.
The machine’s
always
hungry,
and people
desire
(like crack candy for children)
not to be
alone.
indie-pendence:
abandonment of
abundance,
obscure, exactness,
found in passion—
pockets, tribes,
tiny enough for
individuality;
large scaled,
scaled back
for feedback—
consideration,
true & excellent.
Permission to
raise a glass
of kool-aid,
red (if you will),
to the acute,
the marginalized—
just past society’s
border of sanity
likened to
reality w/
rose
tinted
glasses.
Tough to
rise
from the rabbit-hole
Use eyes to
watch ants, both
red and black
building ant-hills.
acute, marginalized,
a mound
in a forest of grass
peaking to enjoy
a single ray of shine

the machine has yet
to corrupt