^fn Key-Exile

(a prosetry observation)

Each morning
it awaits the touch
around 6 usually
the function key is cold
expecting the comfort of finger warmth

The inviting keyboard that
knows only freedom
through self-imposed separation
well aware
different strokes
create
different folks

Our fingers respond
our eyes fix on the monitor
the world of choice
personal domain like no other
that place where
like fingerprints
no one else can possess our identity
imitate it
or even coerce it
emasculate or rape it
‘cause that’s the Me/You world
not anyone else’s creation

Small vibrations of imagination
file out with their daily chorus
“freedom of expression
is a right
not a privilege”

Yet

Armies of dissuaders
pummel our aura daily
the Goliaths of our David
knowing not our resolve to imagine
so others resolve might absorb

Artists/patrons United
free to commit resources of experience
any amount
not to compete
but to connect

Simple red wagon travelers we
a scooter here
a skate there
but all of collected need
reaching to the next level
and like an informed decision
informed innocence demands attention
attention whose reward refuses to be made
a hard and brittle victimization
through contempt and fear

Outside judgment and agenda continue
attempting the smothering of spirit
the “Do as I say, not as I do” intimidation

Oh how glorious
our opposites embracing a world of learned ignorance
their open hearts and minds
sealed by forged ripples of cowardice
entombing their corruptibility long turned ash

So

Our screens/canvases/podiums/stages et al beckon movement
time to convert experience
into new beginnings
new risks of failure
where we all meet at the “Punch for 5 cents” stand
park our Neverland exile transport
and let sweet nectar of guiltlessness
quench our unique thirst of perpetual birth
the need few are aware of…

yet