Television

Where do you store
a secret horde
of curiosity?
Is it formed by instinct or art?
What gives a question its engine,
entices the ego to dive into thought?

While,
at the end of the night
my mind has to
pull and to
grip at its
plight

If the gravity’s right,
it’s an easy decision:
I don’t have to fight the syncretic collisions
Free radicals formed between daytime and eve
neglect their existence —
I land a reprieve
My feet can take flight with the greatest precision:
I learned it by watching television