What woke me heard what I heard:
that the new age is… considerable,
dense as this achingly for-sake-
of green hurt and muscle-bound
planetary charitable thrash: all
those foxhole lifetimes spent rounding
up to the nearest
yet wading enough
between most days,
somehow the beforehand fit,
the working cumulus pulse that fans out…
Unhappiness? Well that
was just not knowing what
to do with the happiness we had.
There was a lot it didn’t say,but nothing is said to everyone.