Snap Poem by jia shuixing

to think that every single time you thoughts are slashed

with every stunted shattered night, every sighting of encompassing absurd

to think that every time you realize the world is big or small depending not by choice on foreign pressures like the radius of your head

that every time you think yourself inside the blind atomic heart of stars to grasp the blow of accidental notions like the ones of light or large or energetically fast

that everytime you close your eyes and see the flowering variety and size of every single million systematic flows that take and move and push and change and reproduce themselves inside a fingernail cell

to think that every time you're struck to silence by the sheer strangeness of the fact that sociation is the better part of life and mind and blood

- or worse -

to think that every time you're grievously aware of just how small and samey is the range of things of which a human might be able even at his best to be aware:

to think, whenever meaning and/or being cease to flow as primed

that you by now could be a member of the dead...