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I am the Walrus.

"CYCLE REMOTE

I wanted to give the world back
to the Earth, yet I missed the program
and could not find it anywhere,
not on cable

or any streaming service. Baby blue,
a robin’s egg began to chirp,
something far off

moving its throat to what sounded
like yearning. To long for worms or
the tiniest bugs

is to hold a cubic centimeter of Death
inside one’s heart. A rock
and its shadow

mean immutability and expression
simultaneously. Push

the button harder. Push it again and,
if no flashing light emerges
and the horizon

remains blank, look for the source
of its energy. We live into
and through

our bodies. We pay a small toll for
every poem we level at
the world.

Making love requires we be patient
and allow the glow plug
on the diesel engine

to warm slowly in the snowy carport.
If one is alone late at night,
one feels for the future

with one’s tongue. What good will
an unbroken mirror perform

if the last man on earth refuses to see?"

--Gordon Hilgers

"This paradox—the overflow of information combined with its fundamental incomprehensibility—became for a certain kind of writer the central problem for the novel to attempt to grasp."

"the swimming domain of sorrow
records another shadow"

--Washburn & Guillemin's Celan

Les Fleurs.