The middle distance

Lawrence Giffin

where the thing that thinks
almost comes into focus is
a felicific tool cut into
unusable real estate
its emanations emanating
from the side of stuff
secreted by stuff itself
a blur as if in motion
having passed into this
from just so happening to
this thing that pierces the manufactured
pieces together a minimum thickness
and maximum thinness, folds
and pins a bit of the world to itself