I built this town
for you while you slept
from the dust

that collected on your body
while you slept.
I can’t remember how

long you slept or how long
we’ve been in orbit
around the town.

Please respond.

I can remember the exploding
stars you slept through,
the somniloquy you gave

about your ideal city. I did not
build your ideal city. Do you
see what I made?

Please respond.

What will they call it,
and when will they learn
to speak?

– Uno de dos poemas de Trey Jordan Harris. Del Elimae de abril.