744. EUREKA BREAKS DOWN

EUREKA BREAKS DOWN

(Madame Exhilia singing her aria!)
I can't want for totality or grace.

The snow is three feet high and more

where they plowed the piles and left it.

People will walk through anything at all,

and now that everything is essential

- or made to be seen as essential -

there are no questions asked.

The world has become a necessity,

and such a necessity we have to deal with,

not like days of old where people only

did one or two things their entire lives.

Now everyone is all at the point where they

each want to do everything, experience it all,

and be part of the whole entire thing:

bullshit mavens at the market selling trinkets

to whomever, story lines of carpet baggers,

rock and roll hee-haws screaming their shit,

opera ladies singing their swoon, while the

pince-nez guy (12th row, I'm watching) jerks off into

her kerchief and gives it back to Madame Exhilia

singing her aria - and no one notices a thing.

Meanwhile, the room explodes in a darkness of

Napoleanic proportion, or Neo-Napoleanic as
they'd say now. Everything's bigger, everything's

smaller. I don't know the difference here,

and anyway anymore everything's

accessible and everybody wants a piece.