Know Your Rights: The Future Is Unwritten ~ Friday, June 6, 2025

That the future is happy by design
how I wake up each day to language games
as if the world were made up, narrative
teaches us that language shapes to align

this idea with objects of relation
how to make sense of the absurd, these names
each person identifies with to give

foreignness, a sense of distance, not mine
undermined by the truth, this blank notion
trips me up, shallow graves, and a killer
until they speak, what is hidden remains
remains, lost to others, like a thriller
each moment hangs in the balance, the chains

invested equally for scales supine
supine plates, on their backs, they rest and wait

hold the weight of the world on my shoulders
as titanic effort, necessary
pertaining to murder to offer bait
perhaps to a killer who will not speak
yes, the truth is hidden, I push boulders

but they fall by the wayside, how scary
yes, the future is happy by design

despite my efforts, I am up a creek
exactly as they say, my paddle gone
still, I float, as I am afloat, awake
indeed, awoke but not woke, not a pawn
given language games, thrownness, and thus spake
neither / neither / nor ... or I misalign