“disconnection is a primary tactic of surrealism” —Ursula K. Le Guin
Renewal comes, like a perfectly half-lit moon
shining in the breaking-open morning sky
or like birds singing in the headwinds.
What might be useful knowing the copse below
are sentient beings like me or like you or knowing
Lenin’s mausoleum is still free to observe?
Waiting regardless of rumor or fact or threat.
Was this war or the last when we believed peace
was a compulsive recognition?