after a great pooling/unspooling of energy, the room tried to contain xerxes, music in hyper slo-mo, no music but the afternoon light, propeller blades bouncing off each other. listen to intelligent, oversmart/obtuse, dance music. what do you do exactly when you reappropriate the ancients? after a great pooling/unspooling of energy, a hand gesture there, a stalking posture there, the neon lights baulked at the calls to prayer. listen to the soft sound of propeller blades breaking off a crankshaft. rarefied the air, rarefied the pale green chairs stomped by military men’s steel-capped boots.