thanks, biden

our faces punctured screen
as precise as aluminum wings
four slit eyes framing deep holes

the biggest forces shaping
come out here our lives
the real front something to say

we'll end that neglect
snuff cyclones
to reveal illusory parts

we don't read about it
anymore in the papers
we think

remember when
a while back
the world used to trust us

we're here and we're here
panoramic vision
again and again and again

merged backed up together
reality tight in our time
like a screw