A crisis of infinite births

We come in this world to find 
every one
of our infinite supply
of holes
to fill, and parts
to plunge

in a world

of painfully shy 
infinite demand
to give, or pass,
or kill, for mercy 

so-called. Or for love 
so firstsighted in backhanded 
glancing compliments and 
a never-ending pull of pluck 
and pule, still finding such
lessons left in some

lessening rule. 

We do find one is 
proved quite exceptional, 

at that!

If we check, 
look, reason and
weigh the fact.

To prompt acts, plump  
offers, declines, just 
or fair, really rarely
accepting what comes. 

Tolerating sometimes. 

We proceed to enact 
some tight-lit one-superstar
porn science art craft jam! As
we keep such a world

of suns, so bright
in mind's-eye, so far 
all swaddled in void,
at arm's-distance we

fly,
flee,
and find in flight, 

perchance, opportunity's
square! By pegging around,
We swoop to bear! In one

life-changing long
death dive, faring 
forth like hive-minding
bees with honeyed minds,  

all quick-fix stuck in one
high worldwide night's sky 

to supply (at one's ease)
wonder-fodder on the hoof,
on the sly! So daydreams 

breed, brooding please
yes, please. What time

we have left! 

Don't look. Never check 
the clock 'til you've one, 
or not on your watch 
shall the bells be wrung!

In this dawning dusk. 

O, what shall we do 
next for a magic trick
or comedic stand 

to follow that up?  

Let's welcome all clap 
sarcastic and slow, and 
see who leaps
up to stand 
and go.

Let the audience 
glow
in mind

right now. 

Let each being
judge do. Do, 
do! That's the law! 
It's allowed, as we 
each all deem, wish,
want, take, break,

give and plow.

Are 
you
anyone up?
Have a hand, I can
help you up there!

From way down, 

how easy that is. Could 
you give me a lift 
if I push? 

Such fools 
for love plus all 
equivalent 'cause

grow wise in the ways 
they find by pause:

this one full, 
that half, and those:

are one empty
charlatan, narcissist
posse contest, so
paraded in pose. O,

behold now shocked!
Aspire maybe to become
publicist to such clowns. 

For free! 

The cost of admission, 
is always big scott free
guilt, if you did it

and can prove who you
caught or kilt. 

The game part was 
over at birth. Save 
the afterparty life 

'til we've partied 
hard work, such 
as is our wont 

or want 
or curse. 

Let's bless 
and honor 

each flying  
butterbug
of a moment 

we net.