The Hapless Couple

The hapless couple, knowledge and terror, grows too separate to be apart. You will fool the sharp corners out of edifices. I will bring them to a felicity of opposing samples of history. This is a thinly disguised surrender to the surreal, a gathering of complexity reversed, that the curator has twisted into place. Grant me the second wind of pattern recognition. Fabricate a schedule from the ashes of tomorrow. The castle is concealed in conductors convened at a station. He is as unimportant as a new passenger on the five-forty. We flash by backyards of factories praying to paperless altars. Geography garrisons my point of view. Penmanship is the requirement to gain admission to the fort. The world's smallest rabbit leaves his cage and travels in miniature jumps to historic downtown. A rug collector is living under his last Persian carpet. The minotaur at the center of the salt shaker has been unvanquished for eons. The world's last antelope crosses the Rainy River.The grasshopper puts on sunglasses and understands the fable. The blackbirds barely move crossing the curtain of the road. Autos checker Main Street. I glue my moccasins to my feet. The formless river bends in the dusk. The pathway to the bookstore is paved with red brick. The pathway out of the bookstore is covered with straw. The pioneer speaks of difficult jokes. The sage speaks of funny difficulties. The announcer flies hourly missions between opening remarks at the symposium. The story of our travels bends into the atlas. The sage across the ocean hears the beleagured business men and the pacified patriots. I am poor and resilient, weak and dreamy. I bend ribbons only the willow would know. The computer that survives invention is eating and being merry.