I. The Relentlessness of Unrequited Love
The field cuts through time. A relentless chain of events because every year, Spring begins earlier,
bringing it closer to a Winter it is forbidden from meeting any sooner.
but ardor, I do not.
Anguish, anger, agony, multiple anxieties, do not. Amends.
The field cuts through time amending.
Amor has got to be the ugliest Latinate word in the fucking universe. So ardor instead.
II. The Relentlessness of Anger, of Public Opinion
Time cuts through that field. The rush of hot air.
Say something and watch it materialize through compassionate aperture but say it or else it is just a lot of hot air and then what? Pleasant to play and harder still to hear it.
III. The Relentlessness of Labor
Working under the impression this is ordained by man but
we did. We will.
Metal is a square but we take upon ourselves to make circle.
IV. The Relentlessness of Telemarketers
Have at it.
Please remove me from your list.
But you can reach me any time. (But I don't want to be reached)
Help yourself. They will. Have at it. Let them.
V. The Relentlessness of Memory
He won't. Would that
a bell find itself as much at home in a jewel box or the loud factory that enables home, and I for one am two, always, as long as, and for as long as he hears me call the name and the bell rings every time he remembers.
VI. The Relentlessness of God
VII. The Relentlessness of All That Happens Between Trash Cycles