by jill d. after box of sky by Amamda Deutch
Box of sky a rattling textual awareness, a positive sense dismisses utopia. We have all been to this place before. Swerve. Manage every account of money and goods. An endless video of unreminded wealth (or commodity as wealth) (fetish). Only a piece of what represents sky pokes through, from behind or in front. Listen for the blue, the thin, the message that tomorrow only occurs as potential, abbreviated, masked.
Tuesday poem #577 : Henry Gould : AUTUMN LEAVES
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