Sonnet for the Travel-Weary, Ear to the Ground

On the surface of an alternate reality

  

With the right equipment

you can hear the primal fury

of an alternate reality

buried in the still earth

of a Neolithic village:

Swingtale baby in the heathen glow,

presto digi-station to the furbelows,

moto busker hillside ignoramus

grovel apples down the shadow curve,

keister elmwood rapper newly famous

check your inbox when the money goes,

priestess of the yeas without a gun —

midrash for your admiration, Baby,

nothing stays the same until we're done.

—necessitating the suspension of coherence.