| AS SURE AS ALL PENDULUMS REVERSE THEIR SWING
by Jasmine Dreame Wagner 1 We drive to work and cannot remember if we turned off the stove. We, being human, turn off the highway and click on HOME. We call collect. We find exactly what we need, no screwdriver, no battery! 2 We lock the door. We spread out over three lanes as we, in our physical presence provide social prohibition and evidence of misdeed, but State isn't ready for We today who demand an innocent island adventure who expect each moment to bring changing light to this slot canyon behind the echoplex. The system observes motion on a screen and adapts to the waving of trees... 3 as prayers progress into altars simple maintenance spreads a warm bath mat in the place of the foreseeable future—sculptured instruments with theater lighting traversing scalar fields—no wings no identifiable markings/cardiology conflated with hydromechanics/Pleasure in the Astrodome—as summer wears on, we practice fire, tornado, tsunami, quake/ We assist with the ribbon-cutting of centuries— half-centuries/ months/ days/ Our atlas folds from sky to sky 4 Most of us spray or swat flies. Some cook fish alive. Some in a race to quill the quilt some must escape from. 5 Some societies have no interest in the moon. |
And Now Our Work Begins by Tim Keane |
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