IN NONIMITATION OF TIME

I'd been thinking, in the wake of being forbidden to partake of cinnamon and its chemical components, about the elliptical world of this video and how—with all-over roving visibility fishing for & panning past all miniaturized existential horrors—it resembles the flash-forum of affective noise in which we "live" a.k.a. broadcast, & which is typified by Facebook: [youtube V2AGvj2cdlY]

Then got to thinking how in formal terms, one desires to make a poem that reads like this: a spreading, multidirectional, obsessive field, in which zooming regress and encroachment are possible upon each divisive element: in twenty seconds of shooting, an infinity.