Ricorso

Radio dial. Analogue. Jiggle. Just a bit. Laughing voices. Through the air. Glowing resolve. Cross-legged sit. One world away. Micrometer. And -cosm. Finest hair. Strawberry curl. Softest sheen. Hands extend. Reach and disappear. Re-emerge. In port. Argonaut. Jason. Dark span. Seems to be. Choppy. Dangerous. Too foggy to see. No light. Push off! Wait! For what? We sail by instruments. Tonight. Get below. Fright. Creaking. Leaking. Soaked to the bone. Follow insect tunnels through beams. And. Ship planking. Tar. In cracks. Damn thing held together by pegs! Chewed almost all the way through. We’re gonna sink! Abandon ship! Swim away. Grab ride. Jonah. Inside. Surfacing whale. Baleen. Ah. This is better. Organic. Alive. Explode surface. Breach. Reach. Critical velocity. We’ll see what we see. Van Gogh spiral. Golden supernova. Deep space. Deep time. All we’ve got is time. Who said that? Remember it. From long ago. Keeps coming back. To that. All we’ve got is time. Working. Forever. At the temp agency. Energy. Swinging. Back and forth. Too dizzy to see. Beyond me. Delusional. Surreal. Gorgeous. But. Strings stop. Last chord. Fading. To infinity. Is this it? Can’t be. Too young to be flatlined. Come alive. Again. Hit by jolts. Crash cart. Thunder bolts. Ricorso. We got him! Good lord, we got him! Cheering. Slaps on back. Repeat.

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