(the thing is they watch you do it
they know nothing of deep play
if you do it so casually then what
exactly what?
how would you tell them sensibly
that adults do things that for a tiny reward
risk everything?
you live in their dreams
you saunter beside the dusty high-roads
to the Gnostic frontier
it will be years before these bombs go off)
what a disaster that we can't live in the future
when everything has been cursed
oh shit whatever
we get long enough to pick the frogs out of our teeth
grow beards
lose everything
isn't it enough?
but that boat across Grasmere
little red arms and legs churning in its wake
and the crew eating cake
meantime all is hedgehogs, hedgehogs
all the way down
the amplification here is not in hand gestures
or facial tics
but in the kitchens of Dorian Gray
the outer the unreason of behaviour as foliage
he screams wildly then reads a book
my dear fellow, he erupts
all is fucking lost
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