We know what kind of people we are–
musical or allergic,
sclerotic and/or criminal–
based upon the ads we are fed.
In the economy of the hypermobile
fetish,
we can’t not internalize
what we might be prone to buy
if signaled to.
Last week we were contacted
by radio waves
three hundred billion light years away,
an incident many argued proves
that the desire to bloviate in the
conveyance of mere presence
knows no solar system’s
jurisdiction.
Meanwhile, a set of
copper wound strings shimmers
in an animated gif
with all that strings suggests:
dark matter, quarks,
celestial windings, an elegant
bridge of spruce and bone.