proem

our hero is a we

we take our old & young along

chorus

he said star I said dark matter. a frontrunner like monotheism in a space as broad as space? must we always be monument?

singular ambition often fails & forgets to let its supporting cast go. blow it up & start again — a fine model for amusement not endurance

a steady stream of accolades embarrasses existence. we offer no epiphany, surface danger in a dormancy, the solo & collected, the covert & the vocal

loss

              the most important people die &
superlatives lose meaning              under
the hegemony of narrative         I consign
myself passively storied                       no
one wins a hierarchy of pain           epical
antithesis                                    lacking a
guardian language                     becomes
understudy                   amnesia comforts
diminishing faces                          psyche
in relief against event  utterance, gesture
juxtaposed & partial      flared up & pitted
grief absent grace repeats

locus

carved in the wall of interesting facts it’s still
kings  versus   witches   &   would-be   serfs.
whether  we  ourselves  go  out  the window
there  is  never  #nofilter  :  privilege  equals
private  law  .  in   carrying   conflict   mental
images  persist  &  devolve  .  break  up  the
monopoly of consolidated memory! moat the
erogenous! choose it, knife club or pie moon
: render the recall  sepia,  vaudeville,  armed
with   radii   anchored   in   euphoria  :  seism
disequilibrium, collateral descendants . in the
beginning : there are remains .