on keeping it together

I might meet someone amazing
have an amazing time with him

and by the time we've said good bye for the night

we have already had years together

and he has already left me for someone else

Aren't there things too easy to be said about me?

Who has friends anymore who are actually there for them

when none of us are actually here?

Left to the confines of spaces defined by computer and telephone and tv screens

left to the confines of space delineated by excessive information that we can't empirically confirm

we've already left before we could ever meet

How can I care about being happy

When there's still so much I don't understand

I was dancing in the middle of the industrial district

and I realized the dirty site of production-

the underbelly of the glossy products of our confines,

are just as startling empty and sublime

like the mountains of the guangdong province of china

I may still feel fucking lonely

but I am more “of the world” than many

beyond the confines more than many
afterall I have almost nothing to do with anything

and my worst fear already became my reality

I am singular

I can't argue with jesus, or buddha, my neighbor, or you

We're all absolutely correct
There is something in the lack of presence

so now can I just get a good night's rest?