the sky to catch up to itself at weapons-production rates. if enhanced
then it’s faster, ; if inhanced, I am holding my breath, just in case –; if
interrogation is what all the cool kids are doing these days then sayonara

mon amour, as ends all the movies of the era. one who arrives at the right
intersection is inevitably at the wrong parallel, just a quick step to the left in
time to deliver multilingual counsel as one who desists from each and

any conjugation, though conjugation’s what we have to look forward
carefully for as the dock approaches the ship and where the ship came
from as the previous hurtles toward its searing high-voltage anticipation

of a newer incandescent
scuffed besieged incantatory
timeliness of exacerbated
purpose. perhaps. and yet we
wonder, all bundled and open