benediction

someday we’re all gonna finish growing up
& we’re gonna fall in love
& be fluent in rhythmic notation
we’ll be well-versed in afterlife facts
& iatrogenia mythos
yea, verily
all shall be revealed
& i’ll get high off holding your hand
& we won’t get nervous
when we’re naked
& we’ll stop telling soft lies
about our politics
truth is none of this will matter
love & rhythm & pills & hands
are all human constructs
aren’t you tired
of anthropomorphizing yourself?