No man can do calculus if he has to piss badly enough
Indifferent and noisily voiceless.
Never a sacrifice given to
our dreams, our hopes, our thoughts and fears.
All of these crushed to dust
by the collapsing asphyxiated lung
of drawn out gasping indifference.
What time can be spared for a dream?
Each desperate intake-
air mixed with hope
and the powdered asthmatic assumptions of a minute to follow-
the outflow of carbon dioxide,
more than a necessity,
a bodily statement of truth,
a refusal to admit defeat,
an assumption of next,
an acknowledgement of the future.
With a breath,
gases are taken in,
mixed and exchanged,
oxygen removed, processed, used, exploited,
changed, toxified, and then rejected
a breath breathlessly discarded in favor of the next one and the next one
the vey act of breathing an act of violence in perpetuity,
a casual robbery,
cold and necessary indifference.
The body knows
we simply suspect,
we ponder and hope and pray.
We, the internal voice, stumble and fall
we thrust our fists at the sky and demand reason,
answers, purpose.
We sob with fury and furious purpose at the hope and hopelessness of a moment.
We try so hard to move from thinking to knowing,
And, in seemingly hateful defiance, our bodies ride casually out on bicycles they have long forgotten how to ride.
