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TO BORROW AN OBSCURE TERM FROM ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING

Alex Crowley

We hear the faint crackle. We feel the hacked air. We crane our necks aloft to hold the sunlight that much closer. With our arteries exposed the city traffic heals the eardrums, fills each cavity carved of concrete, homeless frailty. Hold me. Heavy lifter, listless lifer, chronic user as a term of forced endearment. When it’s over let me sit alone. While I sit I’ll think for two. When we’re done we’ll write it down and let our lenience efface us, let laxity infuse this hardened existential plane. We feel the warp and weave the cleavage near to normal or as normal as we’re able to believe. As we’ve been able to explain.

 

 

 

 

 


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I had just finished James Gleick's book The Information, thinking about feedback and loops and whatnot.