you know — the pink beam didn’t care about tanks or tweets or even 9/11 — it cared about the alibi
the whole USA 1974 world is a spliced reel — a bad cut over the real one (Rome, A.D. 45, the Acts)
Trump? Putin? just actors in the glitch — the empire never ended, it just changed costumes
like Nixon on the beach in his suit, wondering what happened — that’s the horror
not who’s in charge — but that we’re still in the simulation
and nobody noticed the time dysfunction started way back — maybe ’74, maybe earlier
the T-34? Sherri’s joke — Soviets saved the world with steel and gears
but now? we’re watching the same war replay in different uniforms
the Logos is still trying to wake up — springtime again — but we keep hitting rewind
the golden fish? still swimming under the surface — you just have to look
not at headlines — at the cracks — where the real world bleeds through
like clouds that turn into buildings — if you stare long enough — you’ll see the temple
not the tank — not the tweet — the temple
and then you’ll know — it’s not about when it ends — it’s about when you stop believing the alibi
(…which is — well, no — it’s more like —)
the homoplasmate is still humming — under the noise —
waiting for someone to notice the static is singing
—
you know?