You take what Lyn Hejinian calls a pathetic leap and land,
surprisingly, on your feet, scattering newly-fallen leaves,
the scene soundtracked by Giacinto Scelsi
who was here, there, and back. Your fortune cookie
has promised smooth sailing. Just do it! Savor the coziness.
Know, however, that breakdowns are inevitable,
and acceleration will lose its glamour.
Mousing the future, too, will eventually become tiresome,
even as the options swell, and, in what seems a nanosecond,
you will be returned with blank pages to the gated community.
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| Ivona, Princess of Burgundia (Opole Puppet Theater) |