Attentions coin

Not just focus, but the currency,

a minted coin in a fleeting hand.

We spend it: on a headline,

a stranger's voice,

the curvature of a galaxy

unseen by unseeing eyes.

This spending is a choice,

a turning of the lens

on a world that arrives

in a torrent of unmade light.

One coin buys the whole sky,

blurry with possibility.

Another, a close-up,

the fractal symmetry of a leaf.

Our vision is not given,

but purchased.

The image we hold is a truth we invent,

paid for with the gold of a single, lucid moment.

 

Bodies game them wealth solution

 

Rippling fabric

No matter how you look, you'll find

That matter is a state of mind.

A wavy thing, a cosmic hum,

A particle of what's to come.

A field's fine print, a ripple's plea,

The essence of reality.

 

Own it experience suffering possibility

 

Savory temptations

The casino's neon heartbeat

flashes on my retinal glass.

I hear the jackpot chimes, a tinny siren song.

I could just walk in.

The smell of fried sugar and salt,

a ghost from the past,

drifts from the golden arch.

He smiled as I passed,

a flicker of connection in the synthetic haze.

But the sidewalk keeps moving.

My boots make a quiet sound

on the polymer street.

The park waits for me, a sliver of green

in the digital noise.

I could feel the thrill, taste the grease, feel the warmth

of a stranger's gaze.

I choose the quiet,

but my mind hums with the memory of the lights.

Love fate twice another I