one really does not measure properly
human animal groupings,
herdings,
whisperings
love of words rising
into the night of fictions
from within the safety
of all-round lies
until a distance of miles,
thousands of miles
thousands of years
have settled,
have made a home
in your understanding
one lifetime,
and only yourself
barely enough
to see
from the middle
where you must stand
any beginnings
any rumblings of endings
fictions, lies, fantasies
working their weaponry
from within bodies
filled with language
just listen
not to television
not to radio
not to news that is written
not to cars that speed by you
watch the words that fly around you
watch how these words behave
when they are born from bodies
watch the bodies' hysterics,
programmed repetitions
where in all that
would "fit"
tomorrow's human
repeating and repeating
strings of words
yet to come