As we sigh
our way through lethargic
standups, stakeholders
top of mind, the stakes
being held with a feather grip,
dropped
over and
over and
over,
and we slink
through chatbot sludge
and our synaptic resolve
crumbles into oblivion,
open mouthed web3 Cronus
silky web of disclosure
agreements wrapping
around our throats, gentle
suffocation
in the face of digital
revolution,
transformation,
what kind of cross
pollination can you sow
when words dissolve
like so many styrofoam granules
releasing
into acetone, compacting and
becoming
nothing more than
under-inflated slime—