like a cheap Picasso.
Everyday I try to make sense of the masses and
in all my wildest fears, I can't imagine.
We couldn't watch this, even on the silver screen,
where everything seems like pretend and all of us watch like blurry, iridescent, children-ghosts.
Today, the tilt of the earth has shifted off its axis,
to a place where all of us stand, perplexed, and dizzy.
All of the love in the world goes cold when the gods turn their cheeks.