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Major Jackson
Moseresque
The machines became our faces
but the hallways prefigured
our fears. I made a habit of looking around
corners and discovered all
our treasured beliefs molting,
and so exquisite thought rendered
my appliances utterly useless.
I was back in the cave, tempted to peer
over my shoulder, her voice
fading into darkness.
But I trust the colors that
restore my footfalls.