I am out walking
when America, in black
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Category: worlds
Synecdoches: ii Morning Glory
The unknowing beast drips into the white I
that floats in the morning-glory blue of you;
he is an orange instant, a fleeting part,
quickly lost in the variegated whole,
the minute, vast flows of shades and tints of love,
the inhaling, pause, the exhaling, of breaths.
Synecdoches: iii The Orchid
The beast dreams of his hour of steel, but it’s you,
the orchid, who, with your indigo edge, parts
his tweeting orange moment. The silent whole
curves through your tender petals into the love
cutting deep as a newborn’s first crying breath
slicing time into glints of the flying I.
Synecdoches: i The Mouse
The moment the beast drops off, a fourfold breath
—in, pause, out, pause—composes the fleeting I
before he awakes and tweets again to you;
stuck in himself, he misses how the air parts
to allow a mouse to flash into the whole,
wafting a change in climate, a whiff of love
Seize the Narrative Ground
The arguments over why Hillary Clinton lost the election distract us from the more crucial question, how did Donald Trump win? Trump won the election by constructing and wholly dominating three interlocking narrative worlds. Mitigating the threat Trump poses requires seizing the narrative ground he currently occupies.
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