My Golden, My Problem

i spent my life looking up at it

the cogs

the shiny

the cunning

then the tiny minutia

and the stunning

wealth and detail shored up in every corner

i am dizzy with the wealth on the surfaces

and each axis acknowledging the hands of the other

our mothers

or lovers

and their teeth

teeth on teeth

translation of energy

how energy in those moments looks like a language

now lethargy in my laments feel like bondage

communicative and benevolent

productive and exorbitant

i could learn it!

i can be up there

metallic and rotational

italic and motivational

stoic and rational

sensational!

no fluid nor fractional

a society of up gazers

neck breakers

listen Greeks!

there is always more shiny

there is always more cunning

there is always more of the mirage!

for all that we are

and a people for the turnings

for all that we can

and upper hand

we can

if they shan’t to follow

swallow the inhibitions

gaze, gaze!

upon our golden dream