Worlds collide as the atoms split, spit in the face and case
the joint, anoint the wonder
Plunder the future and suture the past with crashed dioramas—
The string cheese melts into felt and all the ingredients
slosh into posh furniture cracks
Stack those dimes and climb up to the observation deck:
Watch the wreck as it happens!
Steel yourself in real time as the temperature climbs and
the rockets glare red!
We are fed on our own misfortunes and stake our own shares
as we break our own legs
These dreamers and their steamships plotting courses on the
backs of horses
Wondering after the volcanic streams and fording rivers of
earthquake debris
Let us each into our own confusion turn and churn until we
steady
No buoy are we for each other, no shore to stand upon
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