Dissent
A Poem

Knobs that crisscross the air
in a wired glee
counting up the drunken fires
the synapses that can be grasped
and witnessed even briefly
Revolving around a creation story and
stillness for a second but no
movement that corresponds
to the first
A foot out of line
a circle that does not fit as a wedding band
Then fires go out all over the hill
sparking valleys and other ordinance
that comes with the trend
towards…