a little reality music

bit by bit by plummet and summit I admit

I’ve literally audited the units of awe

out of it

iterated and reiterated its bitter limits fidgeted with its widgets

imitated some midget critic who rehabs an identity in the grip

of its habit

all of it the awfully pitiful not-my-shit of a hypocrite

albeit I witness likewise an auspicious orbit of a new spirit

my novitiate itch

to intuit a secret exit into the infinite itself

to wit this minute lit quiet I commit to sit so sit then

opposite then opposite

any deity counterfeit then quit and re-rack the I

in it like a barbell this fit misfit has

finished lifting with