it was around the end
of the oculist's revolt
periodically my department lacked
the random access
specifically i did spirit transplantation
and ancillary time-travel support
we were having issues with the
"see no evil" proclamation
souls kept rolling away -
picture phosphorescent hula hoops
on fire in the rain
we met in the lunch-room at work
you were on a break
i was deviating as usual
if deviation can be normative
pretending to wait
for you to finish
with the microwave
i mumbled hurry drunken angel
you said i wait for them
stream of consciousness
back to the geneva landing site
the ground even and fine
indivisible
as any beginning
and the end of love
if we failed
the capitalist's misuse
of the large hadron
the capitalist's misuse
of the large hadron
collider would instantly pull all of reality
into a hole smaller
than the head of a pin
stepping off the tele-pad
you whispered
i want to walk with you
and safe at the edge of the forest
touch the bark of trees
see gloss in everything the way
light shines off
the nails of your fingers - listen more
closely - hear the colors
blue and green
like an argument between
the pine trees and the rain
due west we spied
a fallen tongue
of leftover rail
and followed it
kids walking the tracks
at summer-set
screaming for the moon
to wait its turn
that’s all i want for people again
in a dream of floods
the way a dam
remembers why
--Paul Koniecki
into a hole smaller
than the head of a pin
stepping off the tele-pad
you whispered
i want to walk with you
and safe at the edge of the forest
touch the bark of trees
see gloss in everything the way
light shines off
the nails of your fingers - listen more
closely - hear the colors
blue and green
like an argument between
the pine trees and the rain
due west we spied
a fallen tongue
of leftover rail
and followed it
kids walking the tracks
at summer-set
screaming for the moon
to wait its turn
that’s all i want for people again
in a dream of floods
the way a dam
remembers why
--Paul Koniecki
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