trust the ring of the clock tower: it’s been right all along.
ignore that one day every four years when we realize we’ve
gotten so far off track that we say alright. alright. fine
one more day of winter. it’s so easy to get off track. a while
back someone asked how would you like to spend the rest
of your days? and the boy said words meant look at me!
meant something about taking the wonder out of all
the liminal spaces like seeing the hummingbird’s wings.
could’ve said afraid and something about the real world
here is a book on the subjectivity of time and
here is a bird: find truth. create an argument about
the absolute absence of absolute truth: the many
truths that are existing right here. and now. all at once:
Jakob, you are in ohio and i am in not-ohio and all
the love poems have already had their truth shaken out.