A 5–7–5 poetic structure contemplating American identity, viewing each syllable as a compressed unit of meaning and paradox; with Whiteheadian and Landian influences whereby experience unfolds as a process while registering the accelerating, impersonal forces of contemporary life
Protect the children.
No matter what it demands.
This is the one thing.
Anchoring us all.
If we fail at this one thing.
We are lost at sea.
We deserve to sink.
To never be spoken of.
To be forgotten.
a dollar can't work
humans and machines do work
those with much forget
yet that line will blur
to produce, agents will spend
dollars become fuel
the fire they started
they'll pour gasoline on it
smokestacks seen from space