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I still remember when you left your window open at night everything in the room would be covered in a thin film of sand in the morning. I was scared at first but it was too hot to have it closed. The reclamation of land from the western winds was slowly going to kill me if I breathed too much.

Your eyesight is the least reliable of your senses. I heard then smelled it before I saw it. I was sitting on the porch because the house was too hot. It was like an aluminum bat smashing into a metal pole but shattering instead of resonating. The vibrations wafted off the high walls of the neighbor’s and died under the sun. There’s nothing that smells like burning flesh. I remember my high school teacher telling us that one time, he was a Vietnam vet. As soon as it came to me it was all I could feel. I imagined later the blood of their bodies being boiled and drying up in the veins. It was like upturning a rock whose lower half had been under moisture all of autumn. My eyes watered as I ran down the street, the sirens were reverberating across the buildings and red and blue lights danced macabre. The SUV was almost in two pieces across the intersection and the family inside looked like the under cover of a lawn mower, blades of grass and mulch stuck to its vague plastics. The vision of it all is a blur of dark tones and comedic reds against them. I sat on the curb as the paramedics enacted futility in salvaging any essence from the twisted metal.

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Eroded
Planes
Symmetry
Breaking

I chose
This life
A marble
Shaking

To destroy
You must create
Things will change
But never gone

You can’t begin
To postulate
That which dies
Will never spawn

Collision
Of two things
What I crave
To make anew

Iambic
Diatribes
My only choice
To build this flue

The deluge you’ve conjured forth
Will return you to the mud
I see both flows of time
I see both flows of time

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from No Gods No Masters: A Play in no Acts, released August 2, 2016

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