Line Break Liner Notes Poem by David Floren

Our lives, our souls – they're
Actually down here,
hard-returned.

Renown: in stasis, until
Hard line breaks
Birth it.

It's hearth, it's basis:
Down here birthed.
From stasis.

You’ll never know until you
(Enter verb here) . Always,
Your soul

Sports gossamer wings. Actually
They aren't. Here they're
goose down-

Wrapped peak-baggers
Debating the true worth
of height.

Here births there. Enter.
We’re down
There.

(Enter noun here) . Then posit
Something Dynamic.
Dithyrambic.

You’re actually
Humming a paean.
Further down.

Protest all you want. 'Down With
The Static! ' Protest with all
You know.

Then realize you’re actually
Ecstatic because
It goes and goes, until

You choose less dramatic
Tactics: big backlit buttons
To depress.

Those that power down
Your setup to make you
upset.

The secret is
So button-like: to enable,
To disable. It glowers.

Your dream was so
Kurasawa: it's telling tempered
Confusion.

The soul tells you
Nothing concerning
conclusion

Without clothes. Actually
That’s how it
Goes.

The Emperor knows.


[Berkeley, CA,08-13-07 (rev.01: Livermore, CA,01-27-08) ]