"constitution"
what constitutes beauty ?
the golden ratio, a simple
mathematical constant
determines how we see you;
could that be all
there is to this ?
what constitutes reality ?
we dream you into submission
and you don't know whether
to escape or to embrace,
so you remain
perpetually uncertain of everything
what constitutes truth ?
the words we spit into your mouth
were spit into ours;
you only trust because you must
what constitutes life ?
without consent
you joined our orbit;
this was not your choice
but it was chosen
what constitutes love ?
you claim "the one" one after another
one after another you claim them done
it never feels right
even when it's wrong
and it is wrong.
you are not unique
you are not original
you are not meaningful
you are not you
billions of yous before you
have already
loved/dreamt/thought/spoken/
given up
the same old weary constants
as deeply, as vividly,
as passionately
as you
we were better off without you here
