as warfare exceeds the reach
of surveillance, outsourcing perspective
for the rocket’s upper stage
the public’s reconfigured
as a vector, pushed about in its orbit
to be specific, to man the veil.
now our backs hang payload bays
of winged hope brought back
for inspection.
as senses zoom doesn’t conflict, disavowed of territory,
bury itself in the looking, that very practice we are now without,
like how
“as the intensity of seeing increases, one’s distance
from Them, the people, does not also increase”
because these experiments, their sweeping image, cannot
classify that question, as to what the vision of machines disintegrate.
cannot satiate that compulsion,
to go beyond the point in which the brute embeds.
that invisible swarm of our difficult hunting
where what a pack of wolves can know
is a full-time job.
"war without horror is war without end, and war without end
is the ultimate barbarity."
do front lines wither
when victory is the production of docile subjects?
is the commoning of combat
intelligence? the expression of corruption unleashing, in all directions?
it thinks we’re headless in our horizontality. how the logic of this outmoded analysis
flatters the fleet of irregularities I’m building, for whose unknown exposure my livelihood "fails to coalesce into the image
of regimented pixels"
whether this passing over is a kind of mortification or conversion of the impossible,
trenchant logic or free radical,
is up to who harnesses its noise,
who reciprocates the gaze of what
on a clear, suburban night looks like a bright star moving across the southern sky, towards "global trouble spots."
otherwise observation is independent
of feeling, and we are but figures in chalk paid-off
once every 90 minutes or so.
- nicky
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