Beyond Our Arable Orb

Polished chrome    voices angled
rather than curved,

the sound like a word
with a typo in it that turns
          out to be
the number eight—

next the word tertiary
but as an antonym,
the prize articulately tuned in
to what it took
to wreck you here…’Ever get the feeling
you’ve been cheated?’

The brain is all exteriors now
caught in a space too expertly

(perfectly) measured out in
          a jungle of
                    vocabularies full
of floating
                    signifiers like

          the moon


David Wyman