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Catechism
Precision haunts our accomplishment intentional random fractal schemata stigmata of drive-by cultural theft news drones intone insistent scintillating science-y sound bites professors confess rush buzz of mathematic precision versus vision of shaman savant tracing light in the arc of darkness accessed via sacred mushroom resonant of ancient ritual beloved of reindeer and jolly St. Nick oh 22/7ths, Avogadro, Fibonacci, the power of ohm visionary video vanities viewed with imprecise precision lines serge the curvature of space stars merge in Mandelbrot sequence infrared x-ray gamma ray stellar collapse conclusive coherent chaotic precision opinionated prion ravaged synapses shortsighted swiss cheese of our genius selfie of one hand clapping concise precise fuzz of us Look I’m stitching my way through this one seam at a time. Push the needle in. My arms are heavy. all this holding up and holding in. I knit my bones into a house so rickety and full of holes it can shelter no one. I line the path with shards of glass. They sparkle in the way that being broken can be beautiful. Who will speak through the seams of all the closed mouths? Who will see through all the closed eyes? Just Us one day the sea will lap over 5th avenue wet lady liberty’s skirts birds will fly above abandoned streets the wealthy gone in ships to colonize Ganymede or some such moon a starry tribe in a cave meek inheritors of what’s left of the earth will revere a long dead smart phone precious relic of an ancient god Peter Hamer lives in Estacada, Oregon. He sits on the Estacada Area Arts Commission, is the Music Coordinator for the Estacada Summer Celebration annual art and music festival, and serves on the board of the Performing Arts Group of Estacada. He is the founder of the Estacada Poetry Project. His work appeared in Take a Leap, and has work forthcoming in DUM DUM Zine.
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