Drifters in the Digital Years

Kind looks reveal

catastrophes, and then

a burning man on the Duomo's roof

is filmed with open delight.

The acrobat swoops, injecting cobalt

into the monochrome sky

hands pressed to a delicate heart

her buttocks harnessed in steel.

She cries, Don't let the self-anointed

custodians of god and gold

swindle you into soft flagellations...

So, we creep behind the facade

vassals to counterfeit moves

starstruck, calcified, helpless on how

to dismantle the rules.