Save me from the eyes of nine-to-fivers
Save me from the eyes of nine-to-fivers
Save me from the / underneath a driver's
Repeating highway dashes / nine-to-fivers
In white and black (white) white (white) white / eyes / strain
For minutes / save me from the eyes of nine /
More minutes, all awake. The clocks contain /
The eyes of nine-to-five / a blinking line
Of numbers: twelve, a colon, zero, zero,
A colon, zero, zero -- zero, one /
Save me / zero, two. Patterns scanned in; me, no /
Eyes / staying strained-awake; perspective's gone
Behind awareness / from the eyes / behind
Awareness / from the eyes of / eyes / behind.
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Striving to rise to the challenge that art is plagiarism or revolution, this is entirely experimental and yet self-referential, pointing back to the closing prayer of a sonnet I wrote earlier. Also written on the airplane home. At least it sticks to the meter, which is more than I can say for the next one.
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