a prisoner is bound and gagged in free fall the backdoor gift exposes an exchange rift while a cognitive switch haunts its own turncoat and X. goes laughing from the chambers of ambition the war room curdles its agenda in dead air meta-discourses fade, hurricanes! floods! people are repelled by the pearly marketplace (its scissors, wire, wash-buckets, megabytes) simple things plummet below her arsonist radar people alive with cumbersome weapons up the ante hard strategy of market desire collapses consumption fails and you take a walk in the park yet the iris scan exposes a cold glass eye no claim for any songbird economy as collateral damage is rarely over don’t get me started expose the cultural pillage! trillion dollar war its cleavage its cloning deals a poem stolen out of the patriot’s inventory it’s in all the newspapers today…