Delusionary

The perfectly finished coat of paint
On the car that can do a gazillion things
And even now talk to you
Because people won’t
The ever thinner bezel on the even faster phone
Pushing ever faster G-speeds
That your zoom calls struggle to keep up with
The perfectly laid tiles
And fresh coats of paint on the walls
And neatly arranged flawless furniture
And yes, designer tableware!
No warts
No Blemishes
None of that ugliness
Or uncertainty and chaos
Of a world falling apart
Of dying soils, air, species, hopes,
Or the pressure of a sense of responsibility,
The weight that being a custodian brings
Seeps into the perfectly assembled mirage of your everyday
The illusion of the comfort zone lives on
For one more day
For now