Fractal Self Reflection

Trapped in the midst of a reflexive holographic error we freeze

Parsing what's between us completely off by refracted degrees

Glimpsing with a cough exactly what the other side sees

Chalking it off as nothing more than our enemy's disease 

Suffering under the added weight of a conflation of information 

Blame flies like iron filings to their preconceived destination 

Keep pointing your fingers at each other during this conflagration 

Bend over and conduct each other's proctological examination 

Chalk xenophobia off as yet another symptom of paranoia 

Along with ignorance and a host of other maladies for ya 

Each of which has lent its share of momentum to the foyer 

Setting off the perfect storm to immolate old growth sequoias 

Let this lesson remain clear in focus right before your eyes 

Withhold judgment instead of adding to the climate of lies

Suspend your disbelief before another swath of people dies

Consider humanity with your heart in order to grow wise 

I Am Lucky a Synapse

 

I am lucky a synapse didn't publish a tree.

 I mean there's a degree of certain 

luck to it. The thought emerged

 from the forest. The razed fields burnt and 

plundered over again. Tilling the earth of blank pages 

 to fertilize what ground could be found 

luckily a synapse formed into being 

  into a certain cohesion and took shape

 I am lucky the synapse didn't publish a time.

Another brane of existence to wrap around mind.

  What are the chances of not forming from there

 I'm lucky a synapse didn't publish a bear. 

   There's a certain degree of luck to it. 

   The waters boiled into steam and blown

  Away by the wind, how lucky a synapse 

Didn't publish someone else, like a friend

  How would I have come to fit in 

 There's not a chance I'm the one 

 Invited to the dance I am lucky a synapse

didn't produce the faculty to avoid me.

I am lucky a synapse didn't publish a tree.