day, bending
under a cloudless seeming sky
when I think about it.
everybody throws themselves
into crisis illusionary stories
to illustrate human nature.
when I remember that we were a generation
that had become immune
to the changes we had to endure.
when they celebrated because
they no longer heard the voices
of god in the air.
and felt relived
when the fire exited the house.
to become what we were
trained to be.
it can't just be a shrug.
so Money makes everyone
the immortality of a few.
money makes everyone
the same age
at least now time does not discriminate.
(we are a different people
we record what we can.)
At least the art of
this next generation
will be the best to have ever existed.

* "under a cloudless seeming sky" is
a line stolen from Tao Lin's novel Taipei.