We carried decimal places in our pockets,
there was never enough change
to evenly distribute amongst us.
We put pennies under our tongue,
never noticing the green words growing out.
we nestled ourselves inside boxes like silverfish
swimming from page to page.
We wove blankets with blame and empathy for others
and died our thoughts of progress and peril
in complementary colors.
Our choice by natural selection never counted
on such a vast assortment of unparsed persons
holding onto everything in case the anchor
dislodged and diluted by oxidation,
broken down into byte sized bits.
broken down into byte sized bits.
We will fill any holes with our fitting figures,
leaving no space for any one lone light to escape
in a flicker.
Painting by Charles Willson Peale, Portrait of David Rittenhouse, 1796 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Charles Willson Peale, Portrait of David Rittenhouse, 1796 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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