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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