We’re in a Mexican standoffWith no one to talk us downGlock gold fatal strangleholdMalignant but for some Power’s too diffuseWords echo through space-timeBlack oily reins no useBecause we despise it Knowing nothing of themNot a moment’s inspectionEven holding our attentionEnds in vinegary revulsion Pro tem they form empiresBuilt on pyramids of dataNetworks of metastatic knowledgeOn … Continue reading The squeeze →