cento for Kate Fagan



the world was a little darker

before it was blue

brilliant as nowhere special to go

you could try double blinds

machines parody all future empires

say goodbye to the supermarket.

unbearable authority makes me dizzy

shocked by faultless mathematics

technicolour pesticides and diesel slops,

i turn away ekphrastic

into a new present

of geometry and truth, neo-conservative

precision, anachronisms make truth

a panacea for ego, and the gesture

troubles me, still asking

opposite questions –

talk less, mark slow time,

draw inconclusive ends, hope resting

with invention