The officer folds his newspaper in half
Shaking ten million galaxies from its surface
When he crosses his legs
He does not cross them on another plane
Our history is fiction inked by ancestors
Fending off the consequence of eternity
Two little girls braid time into a liquid metropolis
And also their hair
We are our own counterparts
A cement mixer brewing subversive philosophies
Stuck to the bottom of our shoe
What we create creates us
That goldfish bowl is emptied into a bathtub
Plastic coral is subsequently selected president
Effects and causes
Causing delirious affectations
The circus unravels into a meeting at city hall
Legislature votes on the virtue of a children's book
The illustrations of armless pools of gas
Folk dancing to the sound of quantum theories
Emitting from the iPhone of a nervous teen
Text messaging her best friend to meet her
For a milkshake on mount Fuji
The professor erases the blackboard
Corrects the students spelling through means of
Public humiliation
Chalk mingles with philandering antigens
Retreating into a plastic dustbin
Is remade nine hundred times into a musical
Performed in reverse
On a stage constructed from rocks
That will calcify in an unknowable yestermorrow
A pregnancy
An ice cream cone
A Rocking chair on a strangers front porch
The squalor of state examinations
Contemplated by a pilates instructor
Assassinating herself in a municipal parking lot
That will never be built due to lack of
Proper permits signed by the county clerk
And his Zebra
Palpitations
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