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Gemini.

"October Christmas wreath"

burned up
all my karma
searching through the old poems
i barely even recall now
who for

vict'ries
in the back seat
later · other people's weddings
i'm sure at the time there were wars
then too

we watch
murder stories
a couple holding hands
some of our own land's leaders want
us dead

walls of
fire · fire moving
across the frame we ask
which atrocity was this on
what day

i was
parked & the birds
were looking up at me
i thought i should take their pic for
twitter

burned up
in the back seat
a couple holding hands
which atrocity was this on
twitter

I'll Plant My Own Tree.

"The novel used to feed our search for meaning... It was the great secular transcendence. The Latin mass of language, character, occasional new truth. But our desperation has led us toward something larger and darker. So we turn to the news, which provides an unremitting mood of catastrophe. This is where we find emotional experience not available elsewhere. We don't need the novel... We don't even need catastrophes, necessarily. We only need the reports and predictions and warnings." --Don DeLillo, Mao II (1991)

Third kaleidoscope.