Peeling the eyes out of the earth surrounding them a couple of dark moons

And we're looking for the signal that points forwards out of this dust

Along the tremulous history savaged relations, grotesque monuments a sorcery of vindication

trying out odd sentences to fit into something today

The idea caught by the tailbone, written in the corpse before and after

Arrested by nothing quite so dark but scratching the skull for an answer or two

*Commentary: maybe it's simply the relative darkness of the coronavirus age that has me more fixated on the notion of time, and trying to see ahead. Predictions…and they are supposed to come from the sort of primeval experiences humanity has gone through before; but learning these lessons? I think we do it, en masse, very imperfectly. But into this morass of confusion, pain, and longing (because we desperately want an end to this), I feel thrown and the eyes that I use to feel ahead, as it were, seem always to be wearing a mask…

J.D. Harms 2020