STASIS RETORT

Erroneous enjoys this
Superpower: letting go
Of what was supposed to
Be world-changingly parfait
But is infelicitous,
Which is to say of this world
As status quotidian.

Earth to earthling: your grip
Is strangling, and just so you
Know—search the planet using
Two teams—results differ.
My performative beauty
Eludes your grasp just about.
We are in difficulties.

Our Pyrrhic fragility
Constructed on snow banks of
Your plastic bags, boxes, crates
Of inorganic badges
Of disposability
Are solid waste and not an
AI hallucination.

Your big words strung in sequence
Do not amount to the hill
Of beans you want to live on
Or die from trying to climb
As those loose legumes crumble
And you lose your poor purchase
Then you end up in the soup.

Erroneous conceives this
Slapsticky entropy all
Too clearly and concedes this
Manifestory is his
Dustiny: trying too hard
Yet slacking off as the world
Turns in and the light turns out.