Autoplastik
By Andrew Joron
The orbiting reflector
Turns night into day: petals ping
Accelerated workers
swarm into the plaza
A blur on the soul’s dead instrument
Everywhere, windows are blanked
To the same newsreel
I alone
Inhabit a mockup of the early nineteenth century
I, the great idealist
who confesses
On the first page of his diary: Father!
There are no living atoms
& the diary answers: Identity
Is that
Which is eaten from within
Another man is partially assembled
On the table
Another module
Unshrouded, revolves in sunlight
filtered through noise
A simulated victory
Crawls like a glove
Animated by music
Copyright Credit: Andrew Joron, "Autoplastik" from Trance Archive, City Lights Spotlight No. 3. Copyright © 2010 by Andrew Joron. Reprinted by permission of City Lights Books.
Source: Trance Archive (City Lights Books, 2010)