we were unleashed on the world
or the world is unleashed in us
and we are in it for the short term
it takes so little time to erase us
imagine the royal we
the most notorious terrorists
in this part of the universe
imagine the dust in the air
dispersing in the form of a trumpet
made of a substance
finer than the geometry beneath
the morality
the modality
and the octave leap of joy
for no reason