jj jackman in the midst of seven - index
surface surveillance 3/24/00 arms half insect lucent like x-ray blind cave fish half human with emmaciated holocast victim hands articulated in three sections rapid as trout to surface breaking ring in water leaving through surface sand to probe to search a pock mark left the arm retreats observed from here the swiss cheese moon with appendage reentry holes of various sizes breathing apparatus on the limb a bustling thriving community below the light dust but members of different sizes bursting through my deep purple dawn preconsciousness with access not limited to the orb with one dark side and all these years science evading as the surface isn’t cleaned by chance do we get our roving boy-a-kid-would-love- one-of-these-high-tech-robotic vehicles back? and is the American flag still standing or have they siphoned it to their dwelling place beneath the crust