"Marti Capgras Syndrome"

Places where the Empire has already fallen.
Disconnected thoughts in passing, their origins lost, no place for them to go.

Carry all the things you need
or might need, antly laden under immense skies.

It is no longer a question of where to put the words.
Faint sparks die in the air after leaving half a trail.

You look at stories of struggle, cardboard stage decorations, broken
attempts to put something right. This mix is contemptible.

Like villagers who've discovered the spot where a meteor fell,
we come together for a time to discuss it, but nothing gets decided.


"The GDP of East Germany declared the triumph of scientific socialism to be the Third Part of Goethe's Faust." --Stuart Kelly


Faux Histories.


If 8 was 6.