Instructions for resetting.
Two empty bottles on the summer table
And when the sky is like an impotent man’s shirt,
Blushing at the ivory,
The night is frank;
Purely stitched together –
Windows for looking at windows.
The bolted satellites seem to say
Somethings to buses;
Chopping past antennas:
Antennas for going and antennas for stopping.
This light cuts between hard and fast, it leaves a lurid scar.
These are all instructions for resetting.