5th gear
the fragile

a metaphysical bug zapper
at 1400

headed due southeast
I Saw him

Dressed in denim shovel
In hand the savior had come

He was no diviner
No soothsayer
But a simpleton in

“necessary” garb

for he repaired while we slept
shielded from our cast aversions
he creates lines for us to dwell upon
and within our lives

lines connect
lines divide

that bug zapper, the lines were pulling me in
who is this mystery, such thankless work it is
repairing these lines

thankless for a reason
i’m sure as hell not thankful