[Whereas what came before]
Whereas what came before was the enormous watery expanse, what follows will fit in a box. Meantime, play me something a little baroque something Chaplinesque. I ought to laugh at the man eating his shoe. Funny how Ought keeps coming back to the door at noon where I leave out more alfalfa & water & a mound of salt.
You Will Want to Seal the Door of Your Cell
A breeze will sometimes gets from nowhere in / And some particles sometimes dust and even in- sects and you will Sometimes a fellow prisoner will kick a shank Under your door and you will want to hide from also what- ever he’s hiding from / But not with him And sometimes dust insects and even rodents rats / And did you know rats are the dust of animals / Like how dust is the dust of dirt Insects and e- ven rodents rats / Sometimes and you will want to slow the water down when the floods come which come remember prisoner your Ark / Is already at the bottom of the sea
Press to Talk
Were you trying to reach me just now? Hello? I wonder how many times I’ve said hello. In my entire life, I mean. It’s quantifiable, the way the depth of water is measured by sound. An entire life will be a set of total numbers & sounds. Do you copy? Over. I want to know what you were going to tell me because it might be what I was about to tell you. The Titanic is in theaters again. Meet me in the afterhours. Sometimes you are as near as in the next seat in an empty auditorium, & then sometimes you are as near to me as a suitcase sunk on the seafloor. Are you even on the air & listening? Over.
You Will Want to Cover the Vent or Vents in Your Cell
Nothing in breathe in nothing in The start in startle the French ending prisoner your breath is / Half of your face At least half and the guards control .
The flow of air into your cell
The temperature of coming in / The come you see it almost in control the warden and the guards The come in there hidden in there Like how your body is hidden in the air and you can’t see the air .
The warden and the guards / You see their faces And you waste your anger there your feeling of powerlessness / And they control you with something invisible .
you can’t see what you’re fighting And you would die without it