Friday, December 1

12/6/23



STOP MOTION

Laying biweekly pay periods
on top of each other,
we can see a computer's rendition
of the average human face:
An immortal blur.

Sometimes I stick, brains
an ungatherable goo.
I blink once and it's bedtime,
twice and I'm twenty,
more and I'm worn.
So I must flip my pages fast
to get any sense of self.

Forever is a necklace:
a constellation of single things
always having been.
Instead spin the Zoetrope, 
let the legs of the horse flow 
under it like water.
Really animate, and feel the wind
in your fingers.