We live on the third rock from the sun In our living rooms We handle the remote and touch off integrated circuits compelling     content, non-integrated circuits such as the chitlin’ circuit, and     disintegrated circuits such as the extended family now stretched     across six continents Plus one under ice The rapid flows of global capital Put us to sleep and wake us We come on in on a wing and a come on We slide right across the ice We stop to catch up, so like a breathing tree

  Instead of reading about the unconscious we decide to enter it, that is, by     falling asleep Dream of a document signed by CEO William K. Tasker by which we are     offered a position as director of corporate communications for a     company called Correct We are romantics still, who stand and/or sit in shade Looking straight down to the valley floor Vertiginous, lofty, cerebral, lazy and tight This poem may be recorded for quality assurance purposes There we encounter planets whose colors we shall not forget