Poem, Control 

Molecular Switching
November 29, 2021

having run out of blank sheets
we built our golem of newsprint
carefully mixing evenly toned pulp
before awakening

unprepared for fiber memory
a thousand yellow journalists

advertisements in equal flow
oil of snake and perfect afterglow
no blank taste of thumb on brow
awake forever dreaming

collateral instructions
wasps’ nest hive
reduced panic voices
in chorded multitude

thumbs upon our brows

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