Saved From the End of the World @ The Camel Saloon Gallery

I told them they didn’t need me, that the tapes would do, hundreds of hours re- broadcast from the previous century. But no, they said they wanted contemporary art and poetry before the gates opened again, to permit government science to survive instead of simultaneously killing the human spirit, like pop ups outside the walls of the New Jerusalem, like gophers. The institutional homes of presidents and vice presidents belch officials to their highpeep deep from beneath DC.  Elevators hum to a lev-mag train from Cheyenne mountain.  here  Afterward this meditation led to Existential Risk and Artificial Intelligence  you could buy one at the Christian Book Barn! 

Carrying it Along