culled by form in the patterns of desire
and buying high priced telephones
to stay in touch with their ugly friends.
Social circles engender the notations of hierarchy
and race on the human activity of being-as-such.
And I remain in a place without 401 K or stock
options to salve my ugliness into finance,
my disordered pyramid of status ennobling
only outcasts and the mad with the laurels of friendship,
on this lavender battleship of sociability.
I once had a dream that I was a famous philosopher
who discussed only the motions of the occult
and how it conspired in its invisible forces to fill
us with the auras of our being, to propel spirit
into us with the whirls of a rose's perfume.
It was ok to be solitary,
as long as one thought.
But the herd mentality won't tell us what our nightmares are made of,
with positive thinking strategies used to cleanse the ghosts
out of our metaphysics, to make meetings familiar and jocular,
to enjoy of the social nexus the banalities of conscripted allies and enemies,
to disassemble possible loves for the sake of stolid respectability.
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