Suddenly there was “Mighty Bright,” a hiccough and a burp. Then the world settled down
the great power network
mutual deterrence
where Oedipus kills
an intellectual quest
the solution and combat high in taste
the pitch of the sound waves equivalent to a B-flat –
57 octaves lower than a middle-C and at a frequency
far deeper than the limits of human hearing – is the
deepest note ever detected from an object in the universe
He did something stupid. His right foot on the brake (he wasn’t
in park), he pushed the accelerator with his left.
The car lurched, stopping just short of the man
as stupid as he. When the accelerator slowed, his mind
raced: he could have flattened his friend
Old man’s breath, short, shallow, a walk to the car
winding him for half an hour. Old man’s breasts.
Old man’s aching calves. Call him before 1 p.m.
his minds’s sharp as it ever was. Then he’s exhausted.
His father’s soul, he said, is trapped in a dying animal.
It won’t make it to Thanksgiving
the trunk, my fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code,
a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long
undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. Confused,
screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a
chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or
fears? I dig my fingers into the dirt and squeeze. A small clean
part of me waits to warm and burst through the surface
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