Loganthinks

Wouldn't it be great to be dying of cancer, Logan?
Wouldn't it not be great?
Wouldn't it be great not just to understand the difference, but to understand the imperative for it?
Without the imperative
drunk on purpose and the understanding of one's place in the world
is just drunk
and fucking someone
which is just
me
sitting in sagging skin
with my eyes on the last page of the calendar


someone's something is always better than yours

and you have to wonder whether the truth of things
is discovered the way the young, promising scientist evolves and specializes in exhaustive and marvelously complicated detail some personal work of struggle and intellect
to reveal to us a nascent, yet unexposed to the weight of existence; ___

or whether the Truth of things
(perhaps Capitalized to demonstrate additional weight the term may now have accrued)
actually stains the edges of our stupid ego's tilted lens
with the inescapable suggestion that is has always been and always will be here;
illuminated occasionally,
but often only circuitously approached in the haze,
or the rancor,
or the absolute, opaque silence of conflicting intentions - mismatched imperatives
from which the need to explain ourselves independently sends us all wandering off to specialized and meaningless relationships with the animate shit blending the ground to our tired feet.


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