carol ann 
is stuck behind the glass,
a fish of gold, guppy, 
filming us for no one.

on the edge 
of a thought, froze
motionless, poem
to fixation, to thought,
the unthought, 

regent dreamings of 
a caged sprite.
our lady of unwritten
queen-deaths, 

dead airspace,
the space between  
the words, aether,
specs in the fridge,
4'33, 8.48, projected

mind-demise, hologram
of the public sphere,
of the market place, 
flogging a dead horse-
arrested.