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
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