from *The Birds Know, So*
with Rob Halpern
We are living whenever
In a scholastic bunker
The question what we are
Doing fills our lungs
The ‘invented’ world
And the remains
Of the earth no longer
Being of the world
I try to fill myself
Up with may and not
Can I try to fill these
‘Terrestrial voids’ with me
So locate where we are
What commons flinging us
Sings late enclosures
No theory will invert.
