The Californian beach progresses
and threatens our fought-for peace.
Amphibious, auto-inflicted, predicted,
sort of: our certain new sort of water
boarding. Look, I am only asking
you to carry a famously unprecious
thing: be surrogate to the inconceivable
market to which you couldn’t afford be
uninformed. The numbers say we’re
closer now. Seems difficult to prove:
just doesn’t feel right just doesn’t
seem to work in this new economy
we found this morning. I was wooed
by your productivity. Yes, I’d like to
build something. Instead, been
succumb to bucolic
commutes: autumn having turned
the fault line to reds. While shared
infrastructure surely presents its
charms, there are battles waged be
hind heavily armed walls. Some newly
felt form has entreated me starting with
the slow crawl of what is still
a winter. Sometimes I close
a magazine made able by worlds
informed by alchemies
of the country you came from,
you left— remember this morning,
discarded as ease is attractive & lacks any
notification of its possibly being delayed.
