one hundred years ago

if i could snap
it shut if i could
silence- and drift from this
there would be wonder
where machines once whirled,
no love
no more
intercom sounds short
electronic beeps


paper
colors
sub text
wolves


just focus on
the drifting* kid
the rest will steal
your heart stone blind
so
don't watch them
anymore

go
and light a
fire in forever.

*
(map and legend
of/to accompany
imagery of colored
electro-static wave
vibrations that made
up that
scream
aimed
outward
towards
that
star that
blinked at me
one hundred years ago,
or somethin')