Bearing Language as Our Gift

We write into the day

not to escape

the physics of the real,

nor to elude

the confines of the simulated, the phony,

nor even to flee

the plot points of any mere

capitalist realism,

though there’s that, but

to welcome

the metaphysics of

the possible.

With metanoia as our guide,

our muse, our rhythm,

let our bodies

and their words

bring the otherwise

into being.