we’re surrounded by
carefully camouflaged anarchy
swimming misrule masked
in a sea of variables
somehow we’re expected
to turn our life lessons
into fishhooks
+ use wriggling emotions
as bait
to cast a fine line
of braided almosts
out into the dank depths
+pretend at patience
in the hopes that
somewhere
light will flare to life
a bulb from below
igniting all the magic answers
previously hidden
behind great barrier reefs
deep down
we’ll always be waiting
to hear that
bibbidi bobbidi boo
gen X/ whY 