Leilanie Stewart
DO
NOT TAMPER WITH THE SEAL
She
was a guitar string of a girl
the
kind that they wanted to pluck
but
couldn't
they
had the sharp nails for the job
but
she was out of reach
and
always would be
She
was a zipper of a girl
the
sort with the metal teeth stuck
at
the top
of
an anorak they wanted to open
but
the duck-down feathers
were
all for her
un-plucked
un-stuck
she
would always be
that
inimitable nonsequitur
the
benchmark
of
sanity
Leilanie Stewart
THE
DANGER OF EVOLUTION
The
more that you know
the
deeper the fear becomes
until
you start questioning existence itself
because
if the root of all things,
the
place where you once felt safe
becomes
the very thing that you abhor,
and
you can no longer deny yourself the truth
then
the knowledge is a medicine that burns
a
hole in your very core,
and
if that core is made of nothing more
than
a hunk of meat in the first place
then
how is that protection for anything?
How
can you shield yourself
from
a metaphysical fire
that
will consume all that you are
and
all that you were?
Float
free
into
the future
you
can call it cerebral, if you want,
but
know
that
the sponge from which it stems
is
reality