how far we go
to make glorious, memorable dust.
It’s incredible how much we give
to feel big enough to laugh,
for an arrangement worth saving
pixels for a while.
It’s funny -in a very broad sense-
how sweet we are to believe what we make.
It’s only natural, we have to get by;
it’s harder to choose and end it, because
What’s stupendous is how all this-
things hearts can do-
all this fanatical whole,
is just for us to chance upon,
rapture in and dismember