we are cells glowing illuminated
fluorescent rings that shimmer hovering
on an eyelash as we squint
through pre-dawn drizzle
we are bars with no reception
bars made of habit and plasma
we seek transactional gratification
from behind a grate
in a sewer of self-absorption
we are star-struck and star-addled
saddled with envy and discontentment
another light in a night oversaturated
outdoing the gods inside the city
engulfed in neon rivers now, digitally, too
with all the specular leaves in a corona
uncountable icons of consumerism
plastered over the sky and streaming
we distinguish our selves
through mass consumption of ourselves
leaving an inherent tension and denial
Miles of Mindfulness 