: why zee

an itch
leads to a discovery of something
so vital
it's fatal.
so proximal



it's distal.
set it up and break it down -
hold onto the handrail
with gloved precautions
and never wait for it, always jump
before the itch turns to scratch and
you bleed stagnant patience
not quite a virtue
just barely a vice.

: with an X

a limited resource
what is not
aren't we
isn't this an ever so slowly deteriorating viable reservoir
of the fantastical reality that is the present and
can't it continue to replenish itself in a never
ending sequence of perfect falsehood?