i sit here among those who have opinions, abound
pause these: incessant assertations, insistence.
deadlines, of building extensions of oneself in the sky.
celebrate myself, oh such beauty, abound.

what, matters? simplicity escapes me. i seek clarity,
understanding. stone statues sit. worn, mocking
the institutions of splendid inertia, timelessly

dead.

value. by who's standards? penguins on lecterns,
huddled. bastion of serene irrelevance. such bliss,
for in antiquity i justify my existence. confusion.
muddled insecurity cringing behind spires and swirls,
mounds of charred indulgences.