All responsible witnessing engages a poetic experience of language. — Jacques Derrida, Sovereignties in Question
It was the way you phrased the question
like scripture or that tone reserved for family
a sharpness of being open ended, interpretive.
You wanted to know about future memories
cached in bucolic 2020 time capsules.
When would we be notified of the opening ceremonies?
How would the reveal of selective imaginations cast
replicas of value and what will remain
in desire’s form? Why do we save time this way?
You wanted to know just how, exactly, would revelry
produce nostalgia. I answered in kind.
Why do men’s hands have a gravity to them?
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