Screw That: An Exploration of Assimilation Education

God lives
in a shoebox.

Assignment:
Times New Roman, 12pt, double-spaced.
Analyze, summarize, aggrandize, synthesize.
Pack, unpack, react, redact.

Assertion: god lives
[God LIVES! A proclamation? Stand-alone line, statement of fact, capitalization out of respect or rather born of grammatical and political correction? ]
Modifier: in a shoebox
[with other bits of memory, like a scrapbook of childhood. Emphasized prepositional phrase implies boundaries, capabilities, status quo. Moving on from naïveté, an abandonment of prior principles? Discard, full of silicon beads and tissue paper and the smell of August 18th shoved under the bed to collect dust and mold.]

Subject; god, shoebox
Predicate: live(s)

Is it a sarcastic afterthought enforced by the enjambment of the verse?
Or rather could it be an admission of compartmentalized consumerist Christianity?
The claim that god lives,
- a hopeful evangelical moment-



then belittled by the resignation that God(!) has limits.
Fourteen hundred words strip .36% of their number down to the atomic level. See the protons of the poem? Feel the veins and framework! Admire the pixels and the problems! The author, an ancient oracle, and everything is related to the Mayan calendar if you read between the lines. Socrates himself crouches behind the fourth word like he’s playing hide-and-seek. Read it again!
And again!
And again?
<And then>

The truth.

two separate lines, selected at random from two separate poems by two different people. Slapped together, they provide an avenue for abstract thought.


Well, this changes things.


What do
you I we me he her they
even know
anyway?