from my unpublished second collection
The world is flat again.
In the dead of night, you can see New York, then Paris, glittering like planets on the far horizon.
The Atlantic is a small lake shared amicably among the Northern Powers.
From the hundredth floor, with a telescope, you can see into the past. You can see the great cities being built. The pyramids, the Tower.
An airplane flying fast and low – off-course, off-course.
No way to warn them.
If you looked back from west of here with a powerful telescope and the right fine tuning, you could see a man on the hundredth floor watching a man on the hundredth floor watching an airplane going off-course. No way to warn them.
The FBI’s not interested in anything you have to say.
Non sequitur: the sun never rises in the west, it just sets there.
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First published in Epoch
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