Epileptic Release Hounds
It’s past tense
and rich text
format that
drives
this impulse
into the next
shipwrecked
divers’ bay.
Sure, you have it
out for us next
year, but my—
how we’ve grown
with new,
night-sight
vision in
tow.
Tomorrow’s
headline
casts heads
in flight, a
far-struck
contrast
from
recent
missteps
—move it.
Stillness is a
loading
screen,
waiting
without
pulse
towards
old planets
made new.
To be seen
and fragile:
a site
at which
at last
we might gladly
gnash a set of
new brand teeth.
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