that’s the posit, the premise here
that in the last vestiges of the project
of progress we’ve decided the way
to go is to venerate the verb: ‘to cram’
and so everything – every minute
moment synapse space dream day
sign – must be overfilled; reason?
because? because reason is for losers
who linger loosely and lonely over
lives unlined with unlimited levels
of !luxury! opportunity means being
open, closed is the mind that is restrained
that tries to fill infinity but there is nothing
more invigorating than firehose drinking
while the fifth horseman slowly flattens
his horse into a burger for a delivery.
Poem chosen by Emilia Mirazchiyska
from “Neptune’s Projects” by Rishi Dastidar.
Published by Nine Arches Press in April 2023.
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