The theme today was down the staircase the network gravity as a prelude to entropy fragments the corallary more but less orderly the IT department not answering the phone finally I left up the stairs that earlier proved elusive bruises like galaxies in hazy expansion sharp departures from the orderly unrecoverable and accelerating
More doors are closed now in the hospital patients sequestered behind glass scrawled on with O2 sats a menagerie of respiratory failure such an artificial habitat- beyond the windows the mountain is out austere white margins suspended above the horizon by unlit foothills what a sunrise today– everyone was talking about it neon pink as the surgical masks our buyer found somewhere although with each minute the blockprint fades into just a day like any […]
This morning however is unexceptional muffled gray hardly a birdcall just some souped-up car passing at a distance and all the racket of an otherwise silent house—- mysterious humming and draining that never gets noticed or questioned—- the subtle menace of the benign
Another bright day clear and cold as the sunlight is warm— Not to be begrudge this reciprocity or any— I get giddy climbing these impossible hills fully blinded, imbued by this particular winter sun, always coming in at high unexpected angles and intervals, falling in bars or like some ornate curtain to make any scene pastoral— orderly, quiet, serene, immutable— if only for a few hours, still, more than acceptable
OPTIONAL POETRY 