Hello
I am the Western mentality
I am steady, resolute, immovable
I forge ahead on roads of steel
and ideologies of only the finest irony
I calculate my blessings to the smallest decimal
and set my benchmarks at the highest peaks
I place my blinders on my face and shake hands with cardboard figurines
I console myself in knowing I could be more extravagant
I console myself in knowing I'm one misstep away from total and absolute poverty
I revere my choices, praise my accomplishments,
I relax I relax I relax
I tend to my garden of eden like a god
where I feel like I am supreme ruler of inanimate things
and I scoff at the notion that the world could be different
that I might, in some other world, have to change
and forgo my rule of so many
inanimate things
in another place, the spectral starve and die and sleep in unguarded stairwells
like whispering breaths in some distant and silent fiction