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The burned through scrim of a layer of consciousness
The new reality. Discharged.
The country conspires every morning to seem the morning news.
People don’t watch other people work. Work is broken.
We aren’t reporting anymore what happened yesterday.
With science fiction and barely any technique, we are already
selling the future. Stunned. Burned. It’s what we grieve: the
non-negotiable force of being stunned; who we imagined, who we could
never fully imagine: this magical thought: becoming.
The world tilts with the sea: the beautiful sea inside the sea: And
we thought: for a time: this is how it felt to be alive.

Michael Klein is the author of When I Was a Twin (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2015), The Talking Day (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2013), The End of Being Known (University of Wisconsin Press, 2003), and Track Conditions (University of Wisconsin Press, 2003). He teaches in the MFA Program at Goddard College in Vermont and at Hunter College in New York City.

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