i put myself outside of here – past the
rows of machines cutting metal, noisy
cannibals; past the smell of it. past
the hours to go until we’re freed to
the sun; past the chronic irritation in my
pacing pacing feet. i put myself forward
to tonight, i travel to the weekend.
i watch my plans unfold, as though
they will. i believe, i think, in the future;
i believe it like a promise never broken,
never really kept. i put myself on the shore-
line of a dream i had last night: all around
me there are signs – THIS IS NOT REAL –
but i don’t heed them. characters flicker
in and out, a soft vignette beclouds the
scene. silence calls me back to a machine
that, standing, waits. it does not breathe. it
does not blink. it does not know my name.
the time in white figures flickers lazy
on the screen. all around me there are
signs, they say:
ETERNITY WEARS EVERY ROBE.