I too once
suffered upon others
agonies of unwitting
reality bubble popping.
Dancing from mind
to mind poking
at the shiny
gas filled cavities
of unexamined assumption.
A tawdry skill
mastery of which
was not begun
until mosquito minded
sage Socrates burst
several of mine.
I have come
to a place
where I can
barely build shells
of content comfort
to explore vanity.
Now my bubbles
have trouble cohering
before or after
the evanescent moments
they are thought.
