May this invention issue a multitude of orders

& may you disobey them all

That shatter records will shore their action

Against our luminous attention to beam beyond a flat & white refrain.

Plucked from the ground

Like ribbons from a gift box packed with a doll,

Earth needs our bones gliding over it precisely less

Than we the song issuing five or six feet above the green.

The decorations who make the gift thoughtful

Should not be confused with the doll itself in all its mute & painted glamour,

As living matter, plastic cells

Lush with the spell

Of carnal affinity flinging through our veins, is not the same as life.

We love the world for what it reflects as much as for what it contains.