Combine

The sporked up world has combined 
too many things to keep the slack 
out of the system. The ideas with the
ideals, the vibrations with the eyes,
the animals and the minerals without
enough vegetables, all concatenated
and intractable. There is too much rain
to call it the dry spell that it is,
but humans need to whet one 
in order to get this ton of bricks
off the collective back. It's a monkey,
clenched, holding on for fear life
letting go pretenses
a word without 
sentence.