As if she could slice
granite in half,
lift eighty tons of
history to Axum--
the land of Sheba--
and heal rifts between
euros and the
hub of humankind,
she, a suitable
airstrip, leaves notes for
stage directions, lighting
cues, and a backdrop
playing to the
Western imagination.

"Now that things are so simple, there's so much to do."
methane skulks across tidal pools of pavement      syrups her tongue
a voice of lightening illuminates the nightscape
But eventually the dynamics began to alter and the system
reflecting pool     abyss
Words slide silent     out of reach     grasp at shadows
& just like that temporal &
ambient fear
154.63 square miles of cowboy stereotypes lasso the scent of
         and air no distinction And if man    be a hallucination,
From Rialto hopeful hues. and jetsam,
As if it is a continuation of what came before:
And if I dreamed I was another you
"Now that things are so simple, there's so much to do."