we find
ourselves
in a new
world
speaking
an old
language

we speak
of beauty
and feelings
while the
machines
blast
the birds
from our
hearts

watch
the words
hear
the howl
come
to the ear
eye
nose
lip

scream
at the
dichotomy
of the
comma—
a dream
an illusion
how time
passes

dinosaurs
dance off
the map
where you
and I sit
drinking
coffee

we hold
down
this loose
end
of the
universe
feeling
at home
in the smoke