Interaction with the Event Horizon
I have died twice thinking
about America.
To sing for the little elephant who gave Pluto a moon, then watched it
collapse. To suffocate ourselves for permission to see hydrogen ice. The child
says there is no obtrusive desire to worship ice crystals that form on
isotopes. I say there are eighteen reasons to couch ourselves on the matrix.
The child says praise for army figurines who live in the underworld. I have
seen a planet and believe in the American Frontier across one thousand bridges.
The child believes in sea lions who wake from their sleep and groan while
strangled in weeds.
— Alina Gregorian