There’s No Place like No Place for the Holidays

Sometimes we’ll convene
to fuss and bull –
imagining the unforeseen –
to work out if it’s possible

to morph into more mutant forms –
release, for instance, our reliance
on the uninspiring norms
which keep us trapped in human science:

musing, more concisely,
if – sixth sense? –
we might requite precisely
our sharp yearning for a difference –

unmet for far too long a while –
to find a way, perhaps, to disappear –
effect with an unprecedented style
dimensional existence past what’s known as “here.”

The holidays perforce
will soon erupt.
You’ll understand, of course:
we won't show up.





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