NOW HERE

NOW HERE

the new year whimpers,

as unready as Æthelred II,

unwilling to step

out of the time machine,

choosing instead, to

remain, comforted,

in the soundwaves of

another annum, unable

to expel itself from

our throats.

NOTHING IS REALLY REAL UNTIL IT IS MADE INTO A SIMULACRUM OF ITSELF

NOTHING IS REALLY REAL UNTIL IT IS MADE INTO A SIMULACRUM OF ITSELF

present a quote of

the world,

like

a half-whispered

prayer, a sky

bled too white

for stars.