In the beginning
was a boundless (read:
impersonal) world.
Only, soon it was
realized that
nobody wanted this,
and so, quick
as a cracked
whip, infinities
were blunted—then
separation,
screaming, and
television
were invented.
But once things
had a shape to them,
they could then be
interrupted.
And though changing
one's direction seemed
judicious as a strategy,
all were ill
prepared to know the
death of isolation—
the suffocating
weight of conservation
of momentum.
