Relentless Usurpation of Temporal Linearity

by Dara Wier


I had been continuing to do the same thing

while expecting different results.

On most days the children learned how

to do something. Time passed around us

as something approaching a figure eight

might move in order to let all else move

or be moved by our large numbers of feelings

exponentially on high alert once we let them register.

It passed us around. It passed around us like a river

around a boulder.

Music consisted of light & light came on time.

It was impossible for us not to anthropomorphize everything.

And yes, watching ice skaters, the kind called figure skaters,

the ones who aren't doing anything other than tracking again &

again some figure of infinity marked out on ice for them,

this never failed to quiet us down & take us some place else.


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