“First Act”

By Gregory JM Kasunich

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We are of this thing-

This dirt and shit and sun and sin

Organic and manic / depressive and recessive genes and memes silicon beaches and perchance to dreams

We are of this place-

These measly stars and bars

Vine rotten fruit and silk suit sweet and tendered tender reaches accolades and Everglades and Escalades and pubescent promenades

We are of a mind-

Tank thinking neural mural nets defendants descendant from form and function over time Mask matte and matter spat and spittle brittle bone and burnt ember owned and owed another revolution and rhyme

We are of a kind-

Raw and unkind kindred kith and loyal swine bit lip and stick the landing farther time

Tell tale beats / receipts check the feed

We are but one funny wonder sparked and sputtered brutes and brine

We are of a grace-

Manic manicured pace

Obsolescence and reframe repeat back each echo chamber a chatted charted container a soul shaped hole in torn up space

We are of this stuff-

You and me and he and we and she and all of it all of it all the same carbon arranged and harangued hanged and banged into shapes shots sex and thoughts into lies and loss and and perfect present imperfect thoughts past and pending and sending all we got into the voice and void of some unbroken unknowing spot at the tip top tippity top of it all, all, all of it the same.

We are of this thing

A place and mind

We are grace and stuff

And all that but

We sure don’t act like it

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