Dharma in 2026

the Dharma pivots, arrests
what will is offered to and supplicates 
its low purpose: the narcistic and 
and the gullible alike undermine 
themselves long before dawn's fate. 

...and yet authenticity cringes,
prays for itself in its uncertain,
fragile condition...

the thunder of millions of young people --
either genuinely or fashionably professing 
for the reparation of humanity's well-
recorded flaws, deficits, embarrassments -- 
the anger, contempt of their hungry, skillful
number nearly matches the stupidity 
they are following in history. 

I'm old as far as the numbers go (42 in Feb. '26)
so it's funny to remember, to have been 
alive to witness when the tides of
reality-t.v. programs and Win-a-Bride/Husband
gameshows were
gradually re-placed by anyone 
with a pen & paper and a room to
post a camera in, like some Renaissance 
of the worlds before their industry,
forking sharply left, forking sharply right. 

...but I have a logical fear
the future of the next twenty years
might finally sink to nothing in the morass
of so many pretend-casual words & gestures 
and ergonomic sextoys -- like the unspoken 
of yesteryears were buried beneath electric-razors
and dishwashing-machines and refrigerators and
the lies of the tyrannical and the
foolishness of the brave.

and so: coexist with uncertainty, 
house confidence where confidence 
can be housed. yes: the loyalty of
shitheads to shitheads
will echo regardless somewhere after
our efforts, and for it better gratitude
of resilience, still. 



**** 




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