& when at night there is an earthquake
& in the morning the upended gutter
flows out through the broken mouth of sidewalk
& the freed stream splays & loosens
asphalt & Key Route grows impassable; when
this muddy torrent now recalls
the way in marches we the people
do reroute the streets, I remember
how the pressures exerted
by earth-force are continual & invisible,
how eruptions are instantiation.
Bataille believed the sacred lies in interruption
the festival tent was unloosed & flapping
after the hurricane
what hurricane what interruption
in an epoch of pressure
unburied water claims its path
a force acquires
a voice
a valence
also: It sings as it goes