Existence

puncture the membrane of light's borders
and enter the material world
slowed to a crawl, curled in a ball,
in order to gain speed we must get small
vertigo strikes meat and bones burn like ice
and it never sleeps at night
dodging meteors at every turn whirling only to learn
nothing is novel or fresh
nobody chooses to live anymore
yet they remain dissatisfied by the goods at the store
sellouts and poseurs and mature adult beings
following Bibles and D.I.Y. recipes
speak comforting phrases familiar ones
only a Hallmark description of all that is holy