The problem with our
Connectivity is that we’re never lost anymore.
Or it’s a different kind of lost. One without
Depth.
The compass is hypersensitive, outfitted with
Expertise on how to
Survive. The leaves that are shaped like almonds
Are poisonous—the earth is edible and specific to
Its place. You could open a sandwich shop with it.
Wildlife has been managed. Lest we wander there
Are adults with flashlights out there,
Grooming the Cezanne-like confusion
To greater effect. The snacks.
The movie begins at seven—silence.
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