Sunday, September 12, 2010

You Are Her

You Are Her

To know the token,
to feel the philosophic flow,
to wander and wonder,
carefree and uncurbed,
to list and capsize
in a field of liquid mirth --
this is the missing ingredient,
the runner gone over the railyard,
the stanza slipped starward
beyond the steerage.

Murmuring through a headset,
stippling a memo with sand and syntax,
our indigenous disingenue smiles and yawns.
Gazing into the machine,
she finds only a scripted existence,
an alien and blank filter
staring silently back,
into the abyss that is
the cradled worker.

--John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona with his wife, Teri, and their two cats, Sky and Miles. He is a systems analyst at the University of Arizona’s Lunar & Planetary Laboratory, supporting several NASA missions. His work has recently appeared online in Clockwise Cat. You can follow his work at

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