Wire

fast morning flash and drawing

Crackling wires. They are writhing in mid air, in a sense. Gaudy. Immaterial and with some verisimilitude to jet streams. Perfunctory anomalies in the slick parabola of their inverse horizon lines insinuate complexity, in a sort of hip-modernism way. In a sort of hip-modernism way, they fail to explain themselves while insisting that they are clear. The wires I mean. We’re all in this together.