He tells us about Kid Chaos and the end of time
This is in Japan, Present Day, give or take
It’s a thing about breathing and marks and spaces
He wraps them around his finger
You’re keeping everyone company
And there is that way people spin tops in older movies
How big galaxies are and how they measure them
So much heat and dust
A house and all its corners
We, one, they, all another day
Another handful of abstractions
Another discovery under the same sun
Always learning to pour forth and pour and pour and pour some more
That’s the click of a TV from the time when TVs clicked
The wood finish of a fine wood cabinet
The decades-long marriage of tubes and sound
And there we go with warmth again
There we go with evenings and evening comforts
Before the notes we’ll never finish and all that darkness
We built fences
Even while we looked for a way out
And and and and and
Another night with roman candles
Or wrapped in lonelier smoke
Gather the world around you
Skirts, sea-level, trace elements
A bag that’s a tube that risks being another fence
Somewhere someone is painting a silo
And somewhere else a silo is refusing to be painted
This is a rainy day vs. a hearty stew
This is the space between vs. the space in all things
This is all things like livestock and repetition and forgotten rules
There is a braid that brings us together, those that’ll make it and those that won’t
These flowers in my arms, this oxygen in my eyes
The gas we’ll save when we get there
I’m sorry I didn’t call, I fell down the steps
Background radiation in the 50s
High definition photography, 4K even
The sunset as the sun sets later and later throughout Spring
A little hop off the last step as you’re on your way
Locking the front door when you’re closing up the bar
Remembering what you forgot 10 miles into a roadtrip
An important message in a code that hasn’t been broken
Defense making the best offense after all these years
The quiet last days of a national hero
Building a fire and wondering if this is the last good cold day for a while
Out of others
Ahead of ouch
Hellacious in address
Comportment with hands
One over the other again waiting
Count up that you’ve always forgotten
Scales plus logs plus perfect rectangles or little dogs
Even even after all
Strangely solid
Strangely shaped
Sagging some
The way it carries itself
This day, this way, this
The way it ambles nightward
No more jars
No more fireflies
One more
Buckle past done
Trenched, troweled, found
Forgotten, found the once more
Nice young man
Nice street, nice trees
This way lies the ground
Filled out before finished
Shine, shine, shown
Around the temporaries
Home of the home stretch
Measure miles if you can
I’ll watch
Start with numbers
Start with action
Concentrate farming
Or morning-quiet streets
You just have to cut something
Then it’ll all be fine
As in it’s all Greek to me
As if this is your first life
As if circles don’t start somewhere
Prime numbers are only special in one direction
But you hold on to what you got
When ash starts falling from the clouds
Markets bottom out
And the ocean goes red
Stay home, stay home, stay home
Force begets force
Fire, flight, questing, camping
Kind
Birdsong opens
Buoys announce
Rudders declare
We climb or rise or clamber
The day somethings, the sun somethings
There is weather and hunger and obligation
There are memories and thieves and also folks that are pulling for us
Then ambient awareness, orientation, activity
That which, that that, when if there
You can line up the stars just right
You’ve been here before; you’ll be here again
You’re the one who will make it matter
