Magpies of Meaning

here we are

at the end of the world

trading various buyoant scraps

like virtual lifejackets on a sinking ship

worn in magical hope of preventing the inevitable

we construct a moment to momentary armor

a hasty assembleage of amalgumated assignations

adopted, adapted

at the speed of someone's else's worldview war

using whatever schema works

in the moment

to pull us through

to see us safely through

protective talismans gathered against the unthinkable

formed hurridly into desperately scavenged frameworks of understanding

hacking our frail biology into submission

we don't need it where we are going:

nowhere

individually helpless through exeptionalism

collectively anemic, amnesic, amoral through isolation

rechristened as individualism

an atomized solidarity of sacrifices:

to the technological god of new

to the hungry god of more

to the nihlistic god of death

to the delusional god of delirum

to the chance god of fate

these temporary structures of ideas

gird a ponderous heft,

a hulking composite

of accumulated cognitive possessions

memories of what was once was permanent

clung to as if it is a single rock

precariously piled as these pretties usually are

as the homeless are wont to do

hoarding normalcy

in the face of chaos

with no place to put it

but a virtual shopping cart