something_s we make
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.