Every once in a while a generation
creates the perfect word
I choose a verb
I award doomscroll
And doomscroll I do
past the paywalls
down the lane of irrelevancies
stepping in the dog excrement
of banner ads for cars, television, weight loss
grasping at leads
leaden with repetition
any faith I had in humanity now unspooled and tangled at my feet
There is nothing new under the sun
but there are endless ways to spin it
When I come up for air you wouldn’t believe the relief
when taking in
my very real hand
a book made of paper
My body tells me: this!
for this I will uncoil
my eyes strengthen unsquinting
my hands loosen, lithe for the turning of the page
The muscles of my back no longer
a tension rod between the outrageous calamity
of the now
and the calamity that will be
I no longer see the ads:
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