6 December 2022
p0sthuman: the evening before p.92
after… Clive James
tired of reading novels from the future
and understanding none (which
is my privilege and duty)
the maps in my eyes fade
into the earth they simulate
I choose to rename those things
provisional
precarious
transitory, which
still persist
(I assume you can
read Heidegger
on this
a wheelie bin
fanfare in the wings
the glass between us
slewed and slow the light takes years to pass)