Colorado, stunningly cursed by the visual
effects it evokes in humans, is yet one
of many categorical impositions on an other
wise unbroken map. How did it come to be

so stupidly square? Colorado could be said to be tall
but not tall enough to escape the distances
between the dull wit of its tracing, likewise,
the concrete nuances of who’s doing the taking.

Glassy eyed automatons boxed into triviality, this package
transcribes a peripheral indulgence wherein arrivals
conceptualize a tangle of crippled roadway, a damaged

matériel device. Wind through timber diminished in ice
and a vertical crag, where, and toward what end, does
one inscribe upon this breeding enormity an emblematic line?



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