Procrustean turn for this timeline, i'm all popcorn.
"If cancer did not swim in the same sea as us, we might admire it, as we admire sharks." —Geoff Ryman
"Against Refrain
The sound of someone learning to dance
again
A marionette’s awakening
and flexing of limbs that chafe
like wooden chimes
A song whose feet are bare
the better they might balance on each
root-note that appears
The sound of breath not quite controlled—
not quite the concertina
but the bellows
*
Perhaps this coal-dragged dancer fought
the wrong side of a war
and spared from swinging
punishes herself
by limping through a regimen
of grace
*
Or maybe this benighted piece
was once contender for
the National Anthem
and it would take some dusting off
to rescue from the hiss
another turn
*
The sound of someone learning to dance
again
a novel world
of novel gravity
entangling her
Like dreams in which we try
to wade through water—
dreams in which the mind maintains
it can command the body
with even less of a claim
And so this former dancer finds
herself as just another
dream refiner
But clad in the state of the novel art—
a deepsea diver of empty heavens—
she listens for the rhythm
of the slipstream
of her pulse
the only sound she can
and must keep close
as with no atmosphere
there is no noise
*
A murder of crows aggressively clears
its throat and shuffles up and down
a gutter like the brim of an old
hat (though everything is old
compared to Aves’ death-defying
bounds!)
*
The sound of someone learning to dance
against refrain
the way air resonates
with shaky ground
as ‘dance’ itself reorders the sounds in ‘sound’ "
—@huckastley


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