(no subject)
I have seen the best minds of my life
Consumed by a thousand worlds of fantasy
Where they could build planets from the molten core out, natural gears and levers raised into sentience, the click-tick-tock of LED hearts and wire-caged dreams of electric love
Where new York was mapped in 3D by flight and light and web-slinging geeks and dragons who breathed out sound and math and magpie love for humans and pearls and gold-spangled coats
When Napoleon marched across Europe and ran up against the Russian front, when the Luftwaffe colonels hid from the Russian front, when Russia leaps to the sound of vodka and a million memes fill our heads
And they look down and whisper “Screw the rules!”
“We have magic and science and words!
“We don’t have to bend like pipecleaners!”
Pipecleaners never straighten, always twisted to the shape they’re forced to by “we don’t want that here”
“It makes us uncomfortable”
“It ruins the innocent fun of killing Nazis”
“We’re not pandering to bigotry, please have a biscuit, don’t let the door hit you on the way out”
So stamp-wing-lightly out to the
freedom
of
fantasy
Shibuya and Gaia and spirals of life and computerized war ‘cause they’d like to play the game, consume all the thoughts and dreams of madmen they never knew,
even the monsters
and Marias
freeing them
to look into the pit
taking its hand when it looks back