the tempo
matches the
traffic
a few minutes
of racing
a slow backbeat
at the lights
dissociation
by association
pulled from
the chaos
the sheer absurdity
by an algorithm
that electronically
matches the
overtly complicated
complicit world
of nonbinary
relapses
the ones and zeros
balance out
the insanity
of organic idiocy
a symphony of
disharmonics
shattering the
mourning pall
of accidental
chemical spills
saturating sorrow