Fashioned

fashioned

format uniform form nature second nature routine

habituated regimented necessary, 

and no learning or math can be fun

no projects, inteligence directed could be yours

financial imagination, mental reality

metamorphisized 

tid bit recognized, tilt of the head

calibrated

ran running diagnostics

written code program operating from itself

happiness in peaks

wherever is peakless

would is a big word, 

such a distance to surrmount

yet my dreams and hopes and wishes

though they were just figments, and i knew this

i wouldn’t trade them

they are part of who i am

like a section of life a regret that lasted two years

Believing in love, even when perhaps it wasn’t there

this form, my form, formed, fashioned, 

I feel so microscopic to the possible

to the prospect

to the options out there

convincing myself

multi-me-verse

relativistic doubt if not denial whirlpool

puzzledness, its arbitrary unsolvableness,

disoriented willful chaos

My own hammock retreat privacy

every time i sleep

Long distance, the longest distance

from everything else, but me

Nothing,

Everything

grappling within and with syntax and semantic world

and wandering waywardly identity

stupified and dumbfound 

about the way others so believe in things

about the ways others,

take so much more and so much less seriously,

their voice and fashion.