Alone With You In the 21st Century
Somewhere in the 21st century
we find our backs arched, heavy
bent, doubled over, crooked spines
with the weight of the modern world
Nobody seems to know how
to grow up, to live, to die
We're post-industrial, dying of cancer
dying for unknown reasons
Engines rev, spinning
There's still smoke in the air
We're fighting gravity
now everything's in the air
Post-modern thought and minds
We're moving past ourselves
"Today's the only on that counts"
we'll say today and tomorrow
Without knowing the modern face
we greet this ambiguous dawn
sure of our uncertainty, arbitrarily
a mon avis, from where I stand
I see you from here
that's the you i see
We speak in dialogue
lost in our own bodies
The structure of the human face
line, form, weighted eyelids
lips like things that hold us
to another source of heat
in beds we share alone together
through REM cycles broken
up like scratches on the
records we won't use anymore
This is why we are alone
in the space between ourselves
In the shadow of love, you and i
are two different ideas at once
(being stretched out like canvas
on two halves of the bed)
lying together in one space
watching the spheres collide
It's okay to be alone
we are alone together
[end].
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2015
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