September writes itself. Tries of alphabet children loop
rightways, their spelling exploring space. Legal statement exacts vocabulary,
hungry for a comma, certain of a sentence. Powerpoint makes it look easy,
calling cards of immemorial memes. We prod toward production, a press of
pen-pushers. Their number is legion, uploaded like light years, the 24-hour
reports of eyes awake to immorality (Diagnosis: media mania). Or else writes
the email that fell the city. Taps out the weather map with a flood like
Genesis, a language tower like Genesis. Rights itself with 26-letter reports of
eyes awake to imaginary facts, factual images, dropboxed.
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