revealing trash pits with which we've populated the non-mystical ocean
of everyone's atonal soundings. the combined effects of what has yet to come
and what used to be. populace discarded in favor of more synthetic pleasures

with a higher ante, risking two-thirds of it in the withered light of
the receding glare of our aerial economy, 24-hour sunlight metallic in
a few last beams. weatherings stay low, keep to the course of smallest

least worst choices. all systems go, whether anti-ballistic or otherwise, as if
going meant forward, propulsion, direction. how to gorge, gorgeous or uniform, when
missiles negating missiles might shoot shooting out of the park. meanwhile,

all corners reach outward in a show of solidarity. no one has yet to count
the shoulders, motors, mistakes, tin patches on tin roofs, censors merely guess
how many. delicate flowers rise up in protest. all backs fail and return

to fail or fail to return, forth being the froth on that wave which rushes only
when it cares to. such convenience as a means of sneaking greedily
out, commuting in one direction only. beyond disintegration, it’s overlap

or overkill. all or almost all, a near-all collision, how much of the
air between us is not negative space but positive avoidance of collided
time. everything conflated into a bath of unrefined proportions.

the bath in question is pale blue, squarish, with tall sides and a capacity
to embrace eighteen children of various colors on a good day, an average
of approximately a baker’s dozen, standing close. except that we don’t

have the ability or desire to wash away their skin just yet. the children
click their pincers, declining the implied azure-toned harmony when they
lend their color to the pale surface of the tub. they lend their limbs toward

economic justice on a national scale, torsos pulsing with pride in a
demonstration of medium-well proportions. what new merchandise in the
dime-store dictatorship. the surveillance film blurs their features

as they run by, arms linked, fear bursting from their heads in
bubbles and sputters of sky-grey feigned terror. buildings emit
giant thought balloons that are systematically popped by