Incorrect Thought 26 Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

we make a fuzz
of all our senses
nothing that
a sharp winter
could not cure
with its fur and frost
or else endure
the paleontology
of ourselves
cheeping mobile
frozen in milky ice
selfies, crack open
these petrified eggs
show,
how we
stumbled over
zebra crossings
forgetting we
had children
looking for that
nirvana fearing
forgotten and
never was
talk more deadly
unseen, the trap
harvesting us
like minnows
a net cast so gracefully
we mistake it for a cloud
whisper
don't say it aloud