Posted by Like every aging man
I think about the things I would do or say different if given a do over
the others I wouldn’t have left for dead
Humanity ages in perpetual measurement of the golden mean,
the monotonous mode, the lukewarm median,
all sides being themselves, rounding into holes
circling the logistics of conciliation
we test ourselves with contextual assemblies
at our anchoring poles
and as light is refracted over the horizon
the long trajectory of our angle
creates the feeling of floating
horizontal to a flat earth
No point extends beyond a curve
as hindsight constructs
contemporaneous sculptures
and deposits them into the past
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