[ . . . ] In
the silence of the days of the week
We
become other than who we actually are
But
returning
for the night
We have meetings:
Anyone,
meet everyone
Someone,
meet no one
That one,
meet this one
Young one,
meet old one [ . . . ]
~ ~ ! ~ ~
Beyond
& about / our meetings
All of us rush for the exits
Never ceasing to take stock
Once in a great while,
All of our pieces flock together,
flying;
They plunge into it en masse,
A to Z,
Lock, Stock, and Barrel,
we pop up anywhere you might try to go
and get tangled up,
grinding it all up,
a firehose of sand in-
-into grinding the gears of anything
you might
be apt
to try
to do -
You can douse every flame
- but we carry matches &
& play little games with them;
- our light does not go out
no matter how often
we catch
Interrupts
First version was published in my ebook Synaptic Syntactic and can also be read here: https://lostinmist.blog/2024/04/09/interrupts/ . Featured image sources from Unsplash.com.

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