Epidermis

Written in December '21

Epicurius was epi-curious,
hedonism was the true virtue,
the flesh the baseline
of our existence

but even with love and
empathy being taught,
it fell out of favor since
blood atonement became
the worship of choice

yet we the tactile,
we the sense-driven
refract like light
when the
atmospheric extremes
come out to play

pleasure above all
is the true measure
of contentment

and now it’s tIme to
mix and match moral boilerplates

pursuing pleasure is
both the greatest good
for the greatest number
and the key to living a
virtuous life

and even those ignorant
of philosophy stare at you
with the greatest contempt

but let’s stare the gift
horse named Spade right
in the eyes because there’s
no way to repair that
worthless smile

we are atoms, stellar
remnants coalesced
into beings that think,
that feel, that sense

and we want to be content
even if it’s deeper than just
the surface level

we are as only epi-curious
as the instrumentation allows us...unless?

remember, your epidermis is showing

always showing