Come on baby.
You should be here by now
but you are lazy.
Bathing in a second skin
hand-knitted by your mother’s blastocyst.
Your invisible smile reigns
over this one-eyed world in which you are king
but come on baby.
I know you don’t want to relinquish your VIP seat.
I know you have everything you need
Drinks on tap.
Food comes before you know that you’re hungry.
I mean, the service here is just heavenly.
You sleep and eat and sleep and eat
and sleep and eat
in a world made only of melody.
your mode of transportation
is a giant avocado-shaped kiss.
I know you’re thinking
it can’t get any better than this.
And you would be right.
But the world has so many more
and other things for you to explore.
I’d like to introduce you to a concept called light.
I’d like to be there
when you first encounter space
and though you will miss the time
when you and not you was a continuous line
you will learn that absence is a place
into which you will grow.
That lack is just a placeholder
for everything you have yet to know.
And that like you,
the world is a constant smashing of cells,
a mathematical spell of potential
that starts with two
and becomes exponential.
You will also learn that potential is nothing
and that the only way to become who you are
is to fucking do something.
You will learn that the world is a mess.
At times you will regret your inevitable choice
to crawl into consciousness
as you struggle to stay balanced
on a world that spins and burns and spin and burns
and spins and burns
this would be the place where the poem turns.
Where I tell you that the human race
is a failed experiment.
That we have made such a mess of our house
you should probably stay in there,
or find another way out
but that’s chickenshit
because this world will be infinitely better
by virtue of having you in it.
I mean, not literally.
There’s a 99.9% chance you won’t change history.
Or find a cure for Boris Johnson.
Or win an Oscar.
Or a Nobel prize.
But there is a 99.9% chance that you will have eyes.
And those eyes, whether or not they work,
will look into someone else’s
and love them from the bottom
of your biological imperative.
And for as long as you live,
you will change the history
of the small group of people
who live and love in your vicinity.
You will make hideous choices
and wake up in the cracks of those choices
and miss irretrievable chances
and fall in love with complete arses
and dance like a fish on cocaine
and have at least one truly apocalyptic haircut
but you will get up
and you will find a way to balance on the knife-edge
where your desire to affect change
meets your wonder at life right now
I won’t tell you how to do that.
Because I don’t fucking know.
you are smarter than I will ever be
and if you are anything like your brother
then I mean that literally.
But come on baby.
Come on because it’s time to go.
I know you don’t want to give up your front row seat
at this one-person show.
I know you are about to get to the good bit.
You’ve heard this story has a twist
but like the rest of us,
you’ll have to muddle through without that knowledge
‘cause it’s time to split.
Break out of that skin and be a person.
Make a you-shaped space for the universe to rebuild itself around.
Play your first breath and get used to the sound
because this song will be spinning
a long time.
Baby let’s go. Let the crowd go wild
with the first tandemless drum of your heart.
You have reached the finish line.
It’s time to start.