Spheres are perfect

Or I could let my obsession with rebirth turn into a history of the future— were you there when Kennedy went black first /\ the limo dirt a pathological crimson until/everyone was there but him and Albert Ayler. Some people disappear like sunrise into clear blue. My new script is about how all the famous assassinees are crisis actors, how they are all live today, together, in a dazzling palace at the center of the earth and watch Do the Right Thing over and over like it's a sky or something, like the actual plot is a landscape. Canvass, sage and black radio saved their souls this way. Tragedy was propaganda this way. I cried for you, now it's this way. This way, over here, like a tour of might as well.  They make such blurry curses look like just another fire in a pizzeria, might as well, this way, where we collect the insurance money and write some radio rap about who you won't bleed and how only the impossible happens but no one believes you, this way you know it's true.