placement.
2005-12-20 9:54 p.m.
for six nightsi sat
in the realm of providence, swallowing stars
and waiting for reprieve
the heat wave is coming.
i have hung bottles from the ceiling
i have hung my hands in their places
i have put all of my things
in order
a manner of packing, of preparation.
indistinct, i have begun to watch
for traces of footsteps behind my own,
for indications of arrival, for signs
of those great things transpired
an evidence of sentience, the experiment
has developed its own motives, has
come pulling tendons tighter,
has known the meaning of perseverence
and haunts us, hindsight, in regret,
in wishing that we had done justice.