the sound of one

hand clapping, keen

enough to know which.

two minus one, minus one.

surreal as the silence of

Fellini's film: 8 1/2.

the opening scene of

that commuter pile up

tunneling vision, one of the

collective body ****** out.

flying over cars, then bound

by a rope at the ankles, freefalling

on to a beach.

descending upon

windthumbed playbills on Broadway.