Performative Backdrop

The great disenchantment was
To discover that what was
Not us was also not like

Us—no assemblies of stars,
No conversations between
Disgruntled rocks, chortling streams.

All the world’s time lines were off.
The universe was not scaled
To us, to our thoughts of us.

We’d been enchanting the world
By filling it up with us—
Angels, gods, fairies, and such.

But why? Look at us. Why would
We want it to be like us?