14,414. ALL OF THAT AND LITTLE ELSE

ALL OF THAT AND LITTLE ELSE

Once dreamtime took over  -  like the

aboriginal space in Australia  -  all

things wavered and drifted away. No

longer were there any words to say.

I watched the girls in their everyday

manners, and the clerks at the fruit

stand with their idling chatters, and

knew none of it was any longer meant

for me. Clocks and histories had lost

all meanings. Maybe this was once a

railroad town shunting coal around,

but it didn't matter now.

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Outside of meaning, there is anarchy

awakened. Why should anything seek

order after this moment? The hordes

of wasted ideas and ideals, the moments

of head-bent people constantly referring

to phones, staring at screens as they walk.

What is all this? Cannot anyone talk in a

once-normal manner?