waking at two to read
sociology for hours
crossreferencing "The Utopia
of Rules" with "Cyber-Marx"
and making marginalia
finishing just in time
to prepare oneself
to receive guests
for a potlatch announced
the day before via pneumatic post
(pneuma being once the medium
of the heavens; etheric-mail
is perhaps more accurate)
a feast of wild yeast and salmon
and amidst these atemporal airs I am grateful
that it is impossible to keep people from Play
or perhaps that Play works to find its way in