supervarsajo

with three hundred years
the typeface, the binding,
the meaning of the words

each some small shift
has suffered

not always tracked
blurry in the distance
or with softening light of dusk

under the near-solid curtain
of August cicalatide cry

"Once you realized that just at face value 'contamination' acknowledges a world that is much more invisibly volatile and teeming with life than most fiction is able to portray, it is only logical to move on to ways of removing the distance between 'person' and 'environment' and even narrowing the perhaps too-wide gap between Nature and Culture."