emotions true to form
having none
diffusing and interacting
like the racing Universe
conquering darkness
in all directions

the horizontal, stable
above the apex,
is not specific to the children

and they chew their gum
like a cow
like a dumb cow

and
they blow their bubbles
like a man child
sincere at the onset
the true heart of a poet
a void filled by fear
conformity was only a
heartbeat away

and art now deceives
(Jesus didn't wear Italian suits)

diffusion can be bliss
a bubble is a coffin for the mindless
Shakespeare anyone?

©Dylan Taylor