second-order vanities
a poem is a room to sing out loud in
and if you come, it's karaoke night.
art is communication that's unclear
and flexes it. a thought thinking itself
to be found within. every design is
contingency piled upon contingency
in a stack so compressed it looks whole.
soon, when you selfie with a lake
the lake will selfie with you—
every drop a point in the database.
soon, there will be no art without
wounds and no wounds without artifice.
at least i was right about being wrong
but it was night so the moon began again.
~ ajay
15/4/2022
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