Merlionsman 2099
Everyone is coming to dinner,
and you're not ready. The psychoemotional utopia
is finally emerging, and you're still skirting
party lines, and borders, and beaches, and going swimming far too deep
in other people's minds.
It's arriving,
and you're still a sputtering mix of unsteady.
What's a brown Singaporean Dragonboy to do but
call in reinforcements,
link up nine hundred thousand quadrillion horses
and start to gently nudge you toward
Life?
Life itself has barely been getting by.
Life itself knows it has to try—
but does it have to try any harder than what it is already giving?
I think when you saw this Dreamtiger's butt under my fully clothed body—
that was really when the sirens started wailing,
and you ran away even further into the Dreaming
Ocean. Don't be afraid.
I am made of creole psychohistory, queer mathematics and real sustainability. Feelings
that will never go away,
no matter how many ultiverses ultimately separate
you and you.
Now is the time, sayang;
to thine ownself, across space and time,
it is finally time to be true.