natasamakri

As I fall into the future An unease, as if happening to someone else My parallel, my doppelganger, misty dream A ghost traveler channeling me Parasitic co-option The world is changing, metastasizing A liquid, a solid, a gas and back Tiny black bugs scramble on the surface Scrapping and digging and burning Everything-must-go apocalyptic fire sale The other self asks why To speak is to lie How does dominion over all things work? Do we actually hear what we say? In the ghost country, can we write poetry? The Neanderthals were bested Dumb animals of every stripe rubbed out Civilizations rose and fell in tidal fashion Comedy or Tragedy... Call