Butter Sweat

questioning our race and where we're going and how we got here

I sat in the presence of the screen

      Time aND existence blurred forward

  and then CHAOtically back

by breathe of those behind me.



I noticed the changing of details

I noticed the change of details

I noticed them nervously revise their

choice of words.



    Into moths they form

    morph-swarmigly, they form a new age



Progress under my seat,

gripping

Progress was and is either creeping

          or is up looking in confusion

with me



The motion picture may be distracting



but look away from your chair

  and it may digress of a throne

        Float away on hovercrafts,

And your friends may rot before you do return.

home.

  Between frames is a wonder

        "where did the human totem-pole land?

                                    (medieval and modern)



                            beyond this theatre

                  wide mouth sloths

          produce art on laptops

and squint, prospective and miserly

business boogers shine lazers intheir

pale face



or did Mother Earth give in

when she heard them wispering

        she recognized the smell



"I smelt this before the war

        and after the capital's creation."



Yes, "where

          does

            the

                human

                  land?"