output

it’s all about output

it’s about     curated messiness 

products strewn about       perfectly arranged    

for your        post

your      feed 

it’s all about image       cleanliness

hairlessness              soullessness 

it’s all about         one 

one           way of seeing things,    

one     way of framing things,

        the right way. 

once, 

man rejoiced for technicolor 

now he orgasms      for     black and white

it’s all about output 

it’s      about 

what you can offer    and    what you can sell

the selling point is           your image 

your image         is           the life force 

& if when,

if when we die, 

our souls         become light

our souls         become one

condemn me, instead,

to hell 

because there 

I’d still have 

 my image 

there I could still

curate.

there I could still remain

separate.