Spell Bound  

How the flat-world century reassembles itself

Almost ensorcelled,

glowing jewel tones would be

Illuminated species

and Our world reflected that.

Within the — kaleidoscope of Triumph

we peer Into,

Hypnotized enmity floats by and memes stream

Seemingly infinite possibilities

while Stars remain paper-thin

Consciousness is torched illusion neurons                                                                                        

Of memory leadership

In so called Mesmerization reality.

Where TV screen Actors hijack

as mass-media statesmen

More pretending; too soon to be over?

Is this then the hopeful hope?

That sweet would mingle crystal

With our vibrating American piano stars

That the daughters in the stadium

The family in the palace

Across the echoing white voice-with-a-thorax

House That slaves built

Could sustain a layered world?

That palpable and working-class aches

Trapped— in flat zoom layers

Could bind into a multilayered nation

Not splintered but forged       

Not broken but spelled

Not newborn but reassembled

How cross this space and undo with clarity

the imprecations

Of these so-called certainties

To talk between ourselves

And those selves larger circles than our friends

Mad for something inchoate

Why reach across at all?

To understand?

To change the consequences

To dig through walls

To change whose vision?

To widen what?

To believe in an arc of justice?

To find the winning side?

What is the opposition?

Who claims it?

Whose bodies are vile?

Where does right reside?

In a field of frightened masculinity

            Life is on the frontline

Holstered Trapped Clouded

            Under separated

            Skies