Feet in step from bitter, snow brogues, kick-rhythms evaporate. Replaced by a shaved step- father’s smoothed semi- automatic carpentry. Palm to gun- stock in your space; a territory. Still it was rhythmic and artful, kitten scrat technology. Chest rises, inhale all known knowledge, exhale application. Exhale wood, breathe in black powder from bore shells, conflagrating. … Continue reading Revolutions