Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Meant to See


Morning examines the room,
paradigmatically shifty.

Soon the sky of tomorrow
is devoted to doubting what

the business end of today's
would not hold up. At least

this transience lasts forever—
asleep, a careless rumor reads

into the silent machinery of
my collaboration with you,

an idea that speaks to itself the way
found objects are known to do.

As we've come to suspect,
alienation is its own reward.