species not yet invented

you arrive with a
pointedness
because
your position is
shivering,
has lost its steady —
I try to meet you
with my instant
but it loses
its contour,
slips out of
its suppleness,
goes somewhere slightly
out of my
poor reach — this
is the era of
foreign habitats
beamed into our
neuronal
make-up, being
tripped up
by the thrill
of being tripped
up — wondering
what was the effect of the
invention of the
wheel on the
brain —
bungled
refraction and
wave interference,
I blink myself
over the brink
of sleep, muttering
to you about
species not
yet invented

                  — Jefferson Hansen