WHAT DISSOLUTION TO FEAR?
School’s shut
leaving me
in a philosophical vacuum
a nebula of molecules separated
by oceans of emptiness
like they pumped all
the oxygen out, all
the hydrogen, nitrogen,
methane, chlorine, and
every inert gas
and so I tell myself
my name is not Gogo
I am
more than
pure space, simple
intellectual abstraction
my molecules, in theory,
according to the theoretical model,
smeared
all over the place
by the weakest of
forces
held together
free to
skip class, play
truant
wander
all over the place
leaving me nothing
one of
the
99%
who look up
to the rest
covet such lives
of substance and stability
and yet
everything to
fight for
from
humanity
detached
and same it is, but different, with
these words on the page
(once — no, not really — words
in my mouth)
nothing solid there — all relation and
difference, symbol and
myth making
those old stories recycled
you’ve heard them before, wired
into your brain
layer upon layer
perhaps this is how air
how
breath contrives meaning
like
folded origami (suddenly shape
and dimension)
like
weapon of hierarchy in
folded samurai
steel
and I have, if you would bear with me, tried
folding
this page, these words, that
they might
fill my space, create
fiction of being
that you and I
could buy into
paradoxically, our life-stuff to clear
distinct to us
when most merged
most near
and with this
softest assurance
what
dissolution to fear?
