Rubber Suit

In a world with a flat amount
of choices, the movie
is seen by no one

There may be an eclipse
while we are preparing, although
it should be harmless

Every barn has visitors
like a nightly ghost who has
uncertain ambitions

Clear a path in the forest
so that mammals, including us,
can get food

Touch a pure static
television screen,
listen to the changing air

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