reincarnation

locked in a quantum loop, 
   time is relative to the timed, 
either bursting supernova 
    stardust  
        rain 
          on harried heads 
  or aching radioactive decay
    meltdown gold to lead
   iiiiinnnneeeeerttttiiia 

diverted attention past today's  
  dangling parchment particles 
     of previous agendas 
    rewound and sent again 
     in polished packages, 
   tomorrow's present of 
anticipation 
   bound in recovered, recycled 
  polka-dot paper that quietly 
hovered 
  in the back of the closet 

(we're all visionaries, 
  some just more farsighted 
       than others) 

sacrificial seconds lain 
  on the dais of a revamped 
quetzalcóatl, 
   electroplated titanium wings 
beating out a tattoo heartbeat 
  thunder through the time warp 
    as he lodges teeth in a 
scaly tail 
  wavers in elliptical orbit. 
 
- jonah s fenn ca. 1997

Published by Jonah Sheridan Fenn

Nerd herder, word wrangler, working on the next chapter...

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