14.

the rigging of a ship

14.

 

The rigging of this ship this landfill in orbit above us the lunar

landing are all the same to some of us unable

to signal our lane changes above free

ways in cars—nomad we could not design every moment

we are left alive we critic or we turkey-baster praise

seeker so much of us strung out like tendon

between the teased apart bones and shot out along these ley-lines.

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