the sky to catch up to itself at weapons-production rates. if enhanced
sensory stimuli only dull the senses and designing fake tattoos for
interrogation is what all the cool kids are doing these days then sayonara

to your good posture, baby, not to mention your best brightest do-good
do-no-evil rewritable bumper sticker. and so what if it is that i and we are both
posturing toward documentation of a multi-ethnic demographic. if we were

going to aspire to elevators and fast-ladders, truthings and far things, pocked
distances cozy up right under our jobless noses while we change into pants with
pockets of shiny things to fling about with measured abandon, under

a moonless sky
toppling into new phases
on a moonless continent
and its redesigned light
missing its moon in favor of a sun