Friday, January 3, 2014

Nico Vassilakis

The warm tendency
to fold a paper plane
machine to nose honey
this frail communiqué           
as tall data stream
as needs a pinch
the grandiose is off-screen
will diminish unfinished


The plane here
is similar to
wherever you might be

Same joy

And intolerable racket
is everywhere

What’s different
is our eyes
What fills them

The way to communicate
is all thumbs now


These distractions

cannot elongate


to sustain

So, I changed minds

in order to slow


But that just lengthened everything


without a shift in templates

Acceleration suffered

the same result

There it is then

the struggle to be


and all I get is caught

in process

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