I remember how the books would disappear,
From that place we had familiarized
Ourselves with, without expecting
That belly beast's miscarriage.
We didn't even know anything
Was there. A reason-
Able technician could maybe
Look at the cords, the walls, find
Any hidden dialogue,
Any answer at all,
But they had already been
Decided. Judges
Use the roof above discourse.
To evaluate the ever-
Malleable workings shaping
The gossip of our conversation,
Things documents cannot include:
Inflections, smirks,
The knowing of
He-Who-Cannot-Be-Named
I never had a grandfather,
But clocks won't leave me alone.
The planet is domed
As an echo chamber.
- 1/24/17
