an introduction without natural borders

1.

I came to this world a standard issue white man;

white,–– but not as the driven snow, or a fine Italian linen;

not blue-eyed and lily-white like the extant Polaroids of Jesus, but

a white man nonetheless.

no one can accuse me of being uppity. I'm not striving.

I’m born into this.

2.

tonight, reality showed-up at the door grinning like a lunatic.

I said: "whoa! slow down, reality!"

It spoke of the Sun.

It said: "you're in the deep-end to all of it, my boy."

I slammed the door in its face and went dizzily to bed.

3.

proposition of dreams:

If only for the sake of the outliers of consciousness,

should we not allow senselessness to occupy our dreams?

4.

a jibber-jabber fragment:

I've been accused of being a "chip-off-the-old-block."

as I grew into adulthood I took umbrage in order to defend

the property of my self,  but

reality, sneaking through the bedroom window whispered:

"William, isn't it true that the root drinks for the sake of its tree?"

"for chrissakes!" I screamed from beneath the sheets.

"who the hell can keep up?!"

which leads me directly to here.