Wednesday, December 3, 2008

There are no words.

And although
The connotation is always
Communicated in Jest,
You and your
Historic methods of preservation;
You may be
My best story.
The one I always
Over and over
And over again--
Written on the spools
Of an archaic format,
There are no words
Just pictures,
Like an incandescent flip-book
decaying within
The crystallized barriers of cryogenics:
We cannot waste
An inch of 120mm
To document
The reality
As it is now.
It is just
An invention,
The fabrication
Of your dreams.

I wrote this today.