it wasn’t a conscious process
i started to record. i don’t know why
but was sure of the act
keeping open to the contemplation
of our continuum flowing energy
the only poets left
rave on the train
i could hear it through headphones, ambient music crossed with the litany
about the weeds outside of Walgreens all being the same and the no no's, or no knows
the more reasonable man had just asked & got a quarter slightly gawking at doors
dark mode turned form into figure.
a testament to how oft
we use our screens
in the dark
the bright white
softened into allure
of a black hole.
high contrast
low brightness