Notions of Gravity

I live in a well
in the matrix
a mass called
theeconomicsofcolonialcapitalism
balanced at the other end by
theapathyofaconsumerswarm.

The wells sag so deeply at each end
that the matrix, between, sings
like a well-tensioned drumskin.

Climbing the well, I saw a bird
with bright and trailing plumage,
swoop low.

Catching a tail feather,
and soaring up,
I got excited by the plain
appearing above the rim
and, unprepared, dropped heavily
in a bounce
so hard I tumbled clear across
and fell
into the other well.

I am nothing if not persistent, though,
For I HAVE SEEN ……
so i spend my time running
in a circle of inertia
like a circus motor cycle acrobat,
grabbing for a tail feather
that it might lift me to a more
perspicuous elevation above
the bustle of hostility.

Come with me!
Come test the gravity!
Hitch a lift!
and help me find purchase
on that vertiginous plain.

Let us make another indentation,
a nest of peace,
a dimple of care,
a valley of creativity
a new mass against
the old, deep wells.

Come on trapeziers and surfers!
Risk it all!
Leap out above the chasm
and grasp for the unseen cord,
and soar.

Speak no more of sadness
of living in the well of
perpetual and fading twilight.
Speak not of some abstracted place,
some heaven for the good.
Speak of what you have created new
where you dance across
the endless rolling fields,
forests, and soaking skies,
where I am so grateful that you helped me
with my vertigo.

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