"Close."
This one was to some extent inspired
by some science I was reading.
Anyway, "Close."
"As if a single scream gave birth
to whole families of traits, such as flavor, color,
spin, and this tendency to cling.
Dry white frazzle in a blue vase, beautiful.
A frozen swarm of incommensurate wishes.
Slow, blue, stiff are forms of crowd behavior.
Mass hysteria, come close.
The crowd is made of little gods,
and there is still no heaven."