As the overhead lights dim and dawn,
memorists and statisticians note
the smuggled force in-formation,
feigns power.
Smarter than the averages
within their means.
If it were up to us
burrowed heads,
footprints and carbonated
rhetoric would leave a mark.
As observed, hope floats away,
proof we are wingless, too heavy
for syllogisms sake.
It is not as though we are not necessary.
We are...proof, part air.
Forecasting all is Fair
weather wise
we are all
dead weight-
Wait...
what about us?
