(K)no(w) Life

There are living organs

Beneath it's skin

There are aspirations and sciences

And well developed lexicons

That it acknowledges and lives by

But it lives it's life in spurts

Between traffic jams

And red lights

And waiting rooms

And jail cells

And court ordered therapy groups

Waiting for its sparse little moments

Tiny windows of time

Where even if by only the flicker of a clock

The animal might show itself

But then

It would be back to

Standing in line

For the espresso it craved all morning

There is no life

Here

Pray the sun explodes

Become the ocean

Kill everything that you are