Untenable Oughts

Can this horizonal smoke
banish, given a stronger
underfire? Will heat rise
and push smoke out
of the atmosphere?
There is no way out of
an earthen hole. This
planet is a hole in the
emptiness. These un
tenable oughts
circle like a small
group of wagons
on an empty play
ground, hoping to
lose themselves to
a great horde of
futures. It is after
noon. Are you de
lighted? The haze
is here. For days.
Our emphasis
emphasizes the
air. You and I,
all of you and I,
we emphasized
the truth in our
highs, the failure
of our cries to
crow any wider
as our departure
signals the initiation
of a new age, an age
that persists without
age, raging into the
dark against the crying
for the light, paging
through unread volumes
of detritus, detritus, detritus.

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