One
generating power
the turbines tumble into action
images flicker
and watch each other comparing notes
Two
words reduced to to background rumble
but not one word in plain sight
nothing distinguished
solo you sail hoping for nothing
Three
poetry: a constitution for human life
animals and carnivores
we show our teeth
Four
gravitational oppositions
will you bounce into me
like an accident of some sort?
Five
yesterday is gone
and in the middle of today
there is the usual evaporation of time
Six
and then a way forward (or backward)
will emerge but I cannot
confirm the direction of travel until 2155
Seven
let’s say we did our best
in the face of stiff opposition