It’s the theory of intangibility
I’m not a scientist
But I know
The water may outweigh the land
But it does not have more heft than dark
Consider the hands of The Magician’s assistant
That which translates the translator
Twiddling in the disappearance-box
This is how we interpret the sprawl
A facsimile of empathy and electricity
And all its mutable, one-way breathing apparatuses
Like snow on the bus station benches in Tucson
In early April
Impermanence demands
Witness
–Art by Kaia Pieters