_Moments_
a long way from Poona Law college
you make sure the leads are secure in your arms
the air is full with the smell of ozone
the Canadian dollars are exchanged
and you fall in
* * *
lying lain full of fulfilling awe; torn together escapade, sauntered down several paths, fork upon fork upon forks. mere names providing, over time, meaning ex nihilo
come to the final reveal, the epic conclusion, all laid bare bearly
"Bartleby" turn around and see, dragged out of you, the answer of answers...
an old mathmatician, telling you stories in an old London park. he is very good at games, puzzles, word play...
"...the Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts and took them quite away!"
you laughed so hard you tripped on your gingham dress, hit your head and fell down a deep rabbit hole...
* * *
you're laughing, wriggling as you are carried to the human's mouth, that saki sauce making your nervous system spark and fire, as if you were alive, bringing fantastic dreams, of being a futuristic talk show host and a deadly 8-armed ninja...the first bite, divine pleasure...
* * *
hugged tight among all the other toys, with kung-fu grip and detachable arms, agent SAIROC, caught in a sunbeam...
* * *
through the forests you run
loam thick beneath your feet
free, finally
Fey Yang beside you, your opposite but complementary bit
You reach the edge of the cliff
and leap into the possibility
* * *
you are a gold brick
you have always been a gold brick
you need others to love you and carry you
carry on, gold brick
* * *
the sim ends
burnt around the edges, the leads pop off and retract into the machine
"Go Evil"
You are again Manjappa. You are still far from the Poona Law college. You are still old.
A younger man smiles and kisses your cheek.
Life is still good.
Tomorrow, you can be someone else.
Again:
