21 grams of awareness—
beloved weight loss at the moment
of our last breath,
You who takes equal delight firing the synapses
of inspiring saints and vitriolic talk show hosts:
Make us a pitiful judge of character,
seeing only your infinitely colorful and amusing
“styles of awakening.”
Laugh with us as we put the corporate media to shame
with the journalistic bias of our senses
spinning terrifying tales of separation
from the relaxing fact of oneness.
Oh mystifying fragrance of each moment,
silent Tech Support
for this Robosapien planet,
How could we possibly break
the code of personality
without you?
