Stop dying

why must you cry lakes and bodies of water
with your soulful howls and
ambiguous
laughs

and drown your hearts and minds
with juices of our adoring
public mirages
and
remind us that we can only dream of
tomorrow

but no we must cry to forget that we
are born without arms
and legs
and souls

and with our tears comes a sun in the monsoons of
perfection with rations, stocknotes, ratios
of a capitalist entity
and a consumer movement
to eradicate emotion

we cannot cry forever, our hankerchiefs are far too short
our hands far too weak
our hearts far too
wide