Free Hum by Ann Lauterbach

EVENT HORIZON
    1.
    Lost reckoning
wing
  wing  side by side
    measures the fleet’s standard edition
    atlas, bird, cup
    one after another, so. The service policy
    addressed all three, and credit
    only the added attraction
    unlisted except as an exclusive
    so you needed cash in hand and a fast format
    If nothing resonates in this plot, try again.
    But in order to find what we feel
    is right, if it is right, we will need to make
    whose
    justification
    may be the actual feeling
    after
                                       day or night.
                             Might there also be a scheme, a
    contest, something to cover errors, make good
    from the dump, find the thing
    under the other things, one
    that cannot be seen from here. Sing, brothers:
    Dre e e    e am,
    dream dream dream.
Some
    remain mute, wrapped
    inside the hull
    slow boat to
ch ch ch
agrees to trade invades
s s s
    these are intimate sounds
    and pictures lost behind clouds.
    Power of Disney and the Pink Floyd oggles animated s s s
            
graphic cats tinker toys inhabited archive
    Afloat, pushed to shore,
    a pink shoe, a blond doll, personal stuff.
    You might find me cast in that direction
    breathing with difficulty
    wishing never to find myself at sea again.
    2.
    The jokey ephemera of the age makes me believe
    the birds are thirsty, pecking the dry bath.
    What sweeps over the country
    its glass eye, so that we see
    through, but not into, ordinary habits of daily life?
    The horizon, bewitched by fog,
    caused them to spin
    and took him down looking straight out at the dark ocean on a
           nearly moonless night get the wings level and find where
    as if in the shell of an egg.
    The endeavor hid its tracks
    in dissipated wonder
    and they landed where the rubble left off—
    far from the crowd
    gathered at water’s edge to watch the display.
    Are you tired of all this happening?
    The leaves appear to be tired; they have fallen to the ground.
    Last night I counted
    as they fell: one, two, three. The sky
    this bright economy
    is tired of blue, now it is orange
    with black spots. All else
    plus or minus the dials
    is to be divided between theories of freedom
    and theories of God
        tries to find a universal language what is his spirit
    small integer absolute music forces of cacophony the danger of Futurism
    depicted as lovers
    slowly copulating on the sea’s red and gold foam.
    The best way to predict the future is to conceive it
    diehard merrily disconnects the chip
    draw near
    see the red tug the ruined castle double your anticipation.
    3.
    Enter the hero.
    He grows up poorer than poor.
    He ends up in a math class.
    Even he doesn’t believe it.
    In six weeks
    he would be more efficient.
    He needed to create
    a distraction.
    He gets hooked up in Orlando.
    It triggers expenditure, every big company,
    you name it—
           
close the door the fake participation of the manual laborer crime
    hidden in Bond’s site of production and human rights justice the Christian
                                    and so on and so on
       order
        balanced order  Buddha for example coincidence of opposites wisdom in
    favor of the good a collective of outcasts    beloved
                    
liberation        tissue of spontaneity
                                
hypersprecht
                 O you who look for pastel transcendence
                        who do not believe
             why imagine the white dot is a moon?
                         Why slay the infidel?
    There is no span
                             all arguments blur
               and lower life mildews along the riverbank
               and a figure goes on a rampage in the exhausted
                           vocabulary of