Illustrations
1
Droplets falling
languidly
from one green
platform
to another like it
are illustrative.
2
In a twinkling
tutu
one girl runs
around the blue
beach ball
singing, “It’s my duty”
in falsetto.
Announcement
1
Alone, I point things out;
I think.
2
“As the wind picks up, flimsy
dust spiders
hurry toward my bed,”
I announce
in a dream.
Check
“Pretend to be a mouse
pretending to eat cheese,”
she said, holding out
a sand dollar
with a fleur-de-lis
stamped on its back
and laughing
like she knew something
about counterfeit.
*
What’s recursive
is precious.
“Consciousness as elaboration
of the orienting reflex.”
Machines demand
we prove we’re human.
Humans, he said, move the cursor
in a half circle
around the little box
then check.
(Image: Ian Kimmerly’s Little Boxes (2020))
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