Wake

Step out of the shadows
Waste your time in the light
the dark doesn’t care
the light doesn’t either but
at least you see well
The obscured dandelion
before you laughs in your
general direction 
Why pay mind to the noises
of aphids when Black Widows
lurk beyond your line of sight?
The garden mind you cultivate
flowers in winters of low sun
Longitude isn’t enough to save you
A soft white fuzz flows through
your veins, that’s top shelf whiskey
It files the edges and wraps your
vision in blankets, let it happen.
Children of the blackened corn
The popped culture of appearance
Twist and turn your vogue opinion
force yourself upon the page to witnes
a consumerist paradise
where your infinite funds meet their 
limited supply