Post Nova from War Footing by Andrea Mazzariello

So much dust covers all the tables
Suffocates the cables
Static in the line hums, 60-cycle noise, thumbs,
All my grip on swivel bearing
Loosen drop to stop the staring
Spirit of the stairs, look back before my cells cook.

After it settles
I'll draw in the particles of star dirt
Now that it's settled
I'll build you a ladder out of space sand.

Lean it like it's real
Metallic in its feel
Steady for the faith climb, overhanded pull I'm

Managing my expectations
Accurate about my station
Blocking out the head rush and everything my hands crush

After it settles
Collect all the pictures that I scattered
Now that it's settled
The images form into a canvas.

There is something being born where there was nothing there before.

Something's being born where there was nothing there before
Something's being born where there was nothing.

• Experimental
• Northfield