Crescendo | at wit’s end | crescendo
building the dammed hypersensitive | water sensitive
instruments | pricked up ears nose eyes | wet-ordinary words.
Woke early. Set up the production line
: someone to scrub & polish | cut into fence posts
& finally someone to clinch back the rubber band
& settle the cut | polished | paneled carrot into the leather pad
of the slingshot then release at the auburn sun
gasping for sustenance like thirsty swans.
We ate toast with cubes of butter.
First we played rock-scissors-paper | to determine
who will un-twizzle the plastic cordage fastening
the loaf— whoever wins gets to unravel
the helix of their DNA & raise the bar |
shuffling an inch closer to origin & teach
the rest of us: “we no longer identify
as muons in a gluon world.”