and in this swirl of similarity

in fear and hate and ignorance

and mass digital dependence

for the delivery of private data

to those who prostitute and sell

our human souls and all,

my little friend and I remain

–refusing to partake.

he’s little, scrawny, bright, devout;

his story is hard to understand,

so violent and dangerous and long,

so we focus on other things, instead.

I teach him mine from left to right

and he his tongue the other way

and in the middle, then, we meet.


And in this meeting, here it lies,

the unseen mystery

that only shortly I sketch out here

and keep the rest to myself.

Because this gift, you see, is everyone’s.

So go and get your own.