The Easement

Are we to be

surprised

that

“The temporary”

has lingered enough,

to become

the routine?

This is what we desired,

brought to us

beautifully plated

and prepared,

now we must feast.

We must eat out our hearts

and profess some loyalty,

or risk revealing

a distinct lack

of fealty.

I have grown weary of this

and seek an end

to my banal musings…

still….

I can’t complain,

we’re all AFK,

as far as I can tell:

No longer engaged,

distracted by desire,

compelled to complacency…

equally fucked

and fucking equal.