Everything is a blur, an apple-blue, howling blur.
This lasts for a few minutes,
then through the haze a crackling voice is heard,
“Casey! Are you there? I’m talking to you. Are you there?”
and then the camera, she has eyes, I’m not kidding, big round eyes,
peering, as if a snake…
…as if a snake, she is my head, peering down the length of my shattered arms, watching my hands as they become fans,
those Tokyo-type of fans, leaving trails of you in their wake,
“I thought you were real!”
and the earth, she begins to quake
as the sky…
…he begins to break
while some distance off, Casey, he points forever to the sky
wishing you or I
could see the vapor trail he left behind.
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